A punch was thrown and a ghost cry suddenly sounded.
"Fuck! Fan Xiao, you're so fucking good... I'm going to beat you up."
Bai Sanmiao's mouth was covered by his palm, and the rest of his words were just sobs. Fan Xiao, who had pressed him into the corner, said in a low voice with full apology: "Do the whole act, it's hard for you, San Shao."
"Let go! I'm not fucking doing this anymore!" Bai Sanmiao was so delicate that he saw stars after being punched. He shook his head, trying to break free from Fan Xiao's giant hand. "I'm not going to give face to anyone anymore. I'm going to shake you off completely when I get out!"
Fan Xiao was not in a hurry. He held down the struggling man with one hand and took out his mobile phone with the other hand and turned on the screen. The light that suddenly appeared was a full-body photo of a sexy beauty.
The photo was placed in front of Bai Sanmiao, and Fan Xiao said slowly: "Third Master, a little impatience can ruin a big plan. Ann, do you not want it anymore?"
The woman with a plump butt in the photo is called Ann, a famous porn star in Southeast Asia. Many wealthy men would pay a huge sum of money to have a night of her love with them. A rich second-generation like Bai Sanmiao is slapping himself in the face if he has such thoughts.
"Can you really help me contact her?" Bai Sanmiao's struggle slowed down, and his face was distorted by Fan Xiao's pinching. "Sleep with me for one night?"
"I'll drink with you. As for whether she wants to sleep with you, it depends on your ability, Third Young Master."
Bai Sanmiao's eyes greedily fell on the phone. The superior curves in the photo made his blood boil. His anger and rage disappeared completely like filth flushed into the toilet.
He closed his eyes as if he was dying a heroic death, and uttered a bold statement: "Come on, beat me."
From the moment the man's eyelids drooped, the apology on Fan Xiao's face was replaced by disgust. His pair of cold eyes narrowed, and his gaze became distracted and cold.
"Third Master, then I will pick up the skin that is exposed. The effect is good and you will suffer less."
"Sorry." The man's muscles around his eyes contracted and he punched Bai Sanmiao hard in the face.
A howl that was powerful enough to penetrate reinforced concrete suddenly sounded...
The sound of fists hitting flesh mixed with the distorted cries of pain. Bai Sanmiao squatted in the corner of the bathroom with his head buried in his crotch.
"Fan Xiao, Mr. Fan, Father Fan, that's enough. Didn't you say you'd only beat me for ten minutes? I feel like I've been beaten for my whole fucking life. If you keep going, I'll go to hell."
Fan Xiao pulled Bai Sanmiao up by the neck and threw him against the wall. His eyes, fueled by his burning hormones, were as sharp and cold as a hawk staring at its prey.
"Third Master," he tightened his grip on the man's collar and raised the corners of his lips silently, "Remember to scream louder later."
"What are you going to do?" Bai Sanmiao, whose head was swollen like a pig, was trembling all over, his tongue was tied, and he couldn't speak clearly. "Didn't you say... it was just a show? I advise you to wake up. Our Bai family... our Bai family is not a pushover..."
"Shh..." Fan Xiao put one finger between his lips, his narrowed eyes revealed a dangerous aura, and his expression became crazy.
The smile gradually widened: "Just yell."
It came quickly and went even faster. As soon as his smile disappeared, Fan Xiao turned from madness to violence and raised his fist to punch Bai Sanmiao!
"Oh my god! Are you crazy?...Fuck!"
The howling sound filled every inch of the air, and Bai Sanmiao fell to the ground with his arms protecting his head. He almost shrank into the corner, curling his body into a trembling ball.
However, the expected pain did not come, and after waiting for a long time, he slowly poked his head out of the ball.
What he saw was a clenched fist hanging at the side of Fan Xiao. The fist bone was swollen and bloody, and the thin skin and flesh showed a horrible wound, which was slowly oozing blood.
Bai Sanmiao was startled and looked up at the wall above his head. The bloodstains on the white tiles were clearly visible.
"What...what are you doing?" the curled up man asked tremblingly.
Fan Xiao slowly squatted down to the same height as Bai Sanmiao. He took out a cigarette with his uninjured hand and threw it into his mouth, then raised his lips and smiled softly, almost wickedly.
He raised his injured hand, looked at it in front of his eyes, and said quietly, "Do you think he will feel bad?"
"…"
"What do you think I should ask him for this time? The Third Young Master is a playboy, can you give me some advice?"
The dazzling incandescent light poured down from above his head, and the brighter the light, the more insane the man's face looked. The corners of his mouth and eyes were curved, but without any warmth. That smile was like the light reflected from a poisonous blade, shining but also extremely sinister.
"You can mess with anyone, but don't mess with Fan Xiao. He can kill you with a smile."
Shi Lihua's poor Chinese sounded in Bai Sanmiao's mind again. He shuddered and put a check mark after the sentence.
Now, Bai Sanmiao didn't want to get entangled with Fan Xiao, so he quickly shook his head and gave an answer: "I don't know."
Fan Xiao sighed lightly with a look of regret. He patted the curled-up man on the shoulder and thanked him indifferently.
"Thank you for your hard work, Third Master." He stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and pretended to check his watch. There was a hint of wantonness on his lips, "It's only ten minutes now."
Bai Sanmiao shuddered as Fan Xiao turned and left, and for the first time he felt sympathy for You Shulang...
The bathroom door was pushed open, and Fan Xiao and You Shulang's eyes met.
The tall man who was walking slowly towards him had his shirt buttons unbuttoned and his hair scattered in front of his forehead. He looked a bit sloppy and unruly, but he actually looked more handsome.
Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he approached You Shulang, leaned forward slightly, and said with a smile: "Director You, can you give me a cigarette?"
Fan Xiao's expression looked like he deserved a beating, and You Shulang also had a slight smile on his face. He shook his head helplessly, picked up the lighter from the table, pressed the button, and sent the flame over.
Fan Xiao pursed his cheeks, took a deep breath while lighting the tobacco, squeezed out the joy from the tobacco, and slowly exhaled the white mist.
He picked up You Shulang's cup, drank the wine in one gulp, picked up his coat, and hung it on his arm: "Let's go."
"Wait a minute!" You Shulang grabbed the man's wrist, frowned, and tightened his grip, asking, "What's wrong with your hand?"
The injured hand gently broke free from the shackles, and the other hand clasped You Shulang's shoulder. Fan Xiao held him and walked towards the door, saying nonchalantly as he walked: "It's nothing. When I was beating that jerk just now, I didn't notice and hit the wall. It's no big deal, it doesn't hurt."
The lines between You Shulang's eyebrows deepened. He glanced at the fist bones that were peeling off the skin and flesh, and decided simply: "Let's go to the hospital."
Before leaving, he tilted his head and glanced in the direction of the bathroom. The door was half-open, and he could see half of Bai Sanmiao's body.
The pig's head was purple and blue, and the man was sitting on the ground, actually looking at him.
But...the gaze from a distance carries...pity?
As he moved his feet, the scarred half of his body gradually disappeared from sight. You Shulang lowered his eyelids to hide the doubt in his eyes.