1389. Stirring Up the Plague God
As Xue Chengzhe got closer and closer, every hair on Nie Xiaoxun's body stood on end.
She relaxed her wrist, and her right leg followed, kicking out.
The target was clear—she aimed a kick right at Xue Chengzhe's vital spot.
Xue Chengzhe was also trained; the moment Nie Xiaoxun kicked, he reacted.
He swiftly retreated two steps, dodging the deadly blow.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Nie Xiaoxun smashed the tray in her hand into his face and turned to run.
The red wine and spirits from the tray mixed together and poured over Xue Chengzhe's forehead.
He initially intended to continue the chase, but his disheveled state made him unable to move his feet.
"Damn it!"
Xue Chengzhe cursed under his breath.
He could only stand there, watching helplessly as the waiter disappeared from his sight.
Hiding in the prep room, Nie Xiaoxun pressed her chest and let out a long breath.
"What the hell?"
Who exactly was that man just now?
