"Lin Hai, stop it, if you keep beating him, he will really die, it's not worth it."
As the last beer bottle was raised, Ouyang Xiaoya stopped him.
Brother Long was lying on the floor, his body soaked in blood, breathing as thin as a thread, already unconscious, with shattered beer bottle fragments scattered all around.
Everyone nearby was stunned, and even forgot to call the police.
The small-time thugs on the ground were shaken as they stared at Lin Hai, hardly believing, with the more timid ones muttering, "Madman, this guy is a madman, he's terrifying."
Lin Hai took deep, heavy breaths, his bloodshot eyes gradually calming down as he gently tossed away the beer bottle.
Ouyang Xiaoya breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Lin Hai with complex emotions and gently comforting him.
"Erlengzi, Lin Erlengzi!"
A limping figure staggered towards Lin Hai, with an incredulous tone and look, tremblingly reaching out and gently touching his face, eyes moistening.
