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"Fuck you, what's wrong with hitting you?"
He sneered, then said to Qiao Wenbin, "I don't care who your grandfather is; you hit my brother, you gotta pay the price!"
"Brothers, beat the crap out of him!"
As his words fell, he waved his hand grandly, and his followers immediately surrounded Qiao Wenbin, pummeling him with fists and kicks.
After a good five or six minutes of beating, turning Qiao Wenbin into a pig-headed mess, Lisa, who was beside the table, finally spoke up with her cell phone in hand, "Stop it! Don't hit him anymore, I've called the police!"
The moment these words came out, Bao's expression changed dramatically, and he quickly ran off with his men.
"Son of a bitch!"
With Lisa's support, Qiao Wenbin stood up, his once handsome appearance now gone. His left eye was swollen like a panda's, his nose and mouth bleeding, and his cheeks puffing up—he looked like a swollen pig's head, utterly pitiful.