The sudden turn of events had everyone in the private room stunned.
A moment later, five or six people rushed over in a clumsy attempt to stop Li Qing.
Li Qing's left hand was gripping Qi Chuanyu's hair tightly, ignoring the attacks on him, and refusing to let go no matter what.
"Ah! It hurts so much!"
Qi Chuanyu fell to the ground and began howling in heart-wrenching pain.
The agony of his hair being ripped out left him powerless to resist.
"Lay a hand on my girlfriend, and I'll kill you!"
Li Qing roared in anger, his punches raining down on Qi Chuanyu's face like a barrage of bullets.
"Li Qing, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Qi Chuanyu finally recognized Li Qing and roared back furiously.
"What am I doing? Killing you!"
Li Qing continued to roar, completely disregarding the attempts by others to stop and beat him.
His fists kept landing on Qi Chuanyu's face one after another.
In an instant, the once refined and gentle face was a bloody mess.