"Yo, who do I think it is?"
"It's Master Qin."
"Master Qin, driving so fast, are you rushing to close a multi-billion dollar deal? Or heading back for a funeral?"
Qin Yunxi, did someone in your family die?!!!
Do you know how outrageous your behavior is? You could be arrested for disturbing public order! If you can't get a year or two, a few days in jail is definitely possible!
Miranda was fuming.
Qin Yunxi shot a cold glance at the agitated woman, then his gaze shifted away from her, settling on Grace.
At this moment, because the splash of water was so sudden and fast, Grace had already leaped away from her spot, dodging far out of the way.
But she had still underestimated the relentless onslaught.
More than half her body was soaked.
Merkel's lunge missed its target. He then saw the little teacher, drenched and resembling a wet chick.
He was both amused and annoyed. He picked up his sweater to wipe her hair. "Why did you dodge? Couldn't I protect you?"
"My mom said women are happier if they learn to show weakness appropriately."
"Like this kind of..."
Grace resisted any man's touch. She instinctively dodged again.
But as she retreated, he advanced. With a stumble, she fell onto the rattan chair.
Merkel's eyes curved into a smile as he teased, "Little teacher, are you afraid of me? I'm so handsome, so sunny, what are you afraid of?"
Grace's spirit jolted. "Who says I'm afraid—"
Her words stopped abruptly.
Because she saw that man, that man as dangerous as a demon from hell—Qin Yunxi.
Grace's resistant hand froze.
From Qin Yunxi's perspective, he saw Grace flirting with a man, like a sweet, loving couple.
His dark eyes instantly turned as cold as ice, extremely cold.
How could this be?!
Besides him, she would never be involved with another man in this lifetime!
Qin Yunxi's mind was consumed by rage. He strode forward, flung Merkel to the ground, and began to beat him.
"Ah—"
Miranda was the first to scream.
Qin Yunxi was a madman, he'd gone mad! He started hitting people as soon as he arrived!
Grace quickly reacted, getting up to pull him. "Qin Yunxi, what are you doing! Stop! Stop hitting him!"
Qin Yunxi was in the heat of the moment. He swung his arm, pushing Grace far away. "Get out of the way, this is a duel between him and me!"
Dare to snatch his woman, Qin Yunxi?
Ask his fists!
Merkel, pinned down and beaten by the man as heavy as a mountain, had no strength to resist.
Punch after punch landed on his face, leaving it bruised and swollen. His internal organs were displaced.
"Cough, cough, cough—"
"Let—"
"Who are—"
He struggled as if on his deathbed, but each punch landed heavier than the last, as if trying to beat him into a pulp.
"Pfft..."
Grace watched Qin Yunxi's ferocity, her mind exploding—This isn't a duel, you're beating him to death!
Merkel, who couldn't even lift a chicken, was almost beaten to death by you.
Seeing that she couldn't pull him away, Grace, in her desperation, grabbed a bottle from the table and smashed it down on his head.
"Bang!"
Du Ruoxin: "..."
Miranda: "..."
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Christiano: "..."
The few people who witnessed this scene were all petrified, frozen. What... what was going on?
Had Qin Yunxi swallowed explosives? What was he going crazy about? And why was he dueling with Merkel?
"Old Qin..." Rong Jingyang had just opened his mouth when Grace smashed the second bottle down.
Glass shards pierced the man's brain, and blood flowed profusely.