Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Zhou Zihao, you bastard, you said you didn't want to break up, but you didn't come to get me back." She kept roaring, obviously unwilling to do so.

When the man just grabbed her arm, the figure stepped forward and kicked him away hard, causing him to fall and hit the coffee table.

"Hiss." The man grunted in pain, clutching his chest and struggling to get up.

Zhou Zihao came down like a god, protected Qingqing behind him, and asked, "Did he do anything to you?"

"No." Qingqing said.

He took off his coat, threw it to Qingqing, and walked inside with long strides. He saw the cowherd getting up and reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you that awesome Lin Kun?" Zhou Zihao asked coldly.

Lin Kun was surprised when he heard him mention his name. He wiped the corners of his mouth like a ruffian, spit on the ground, pointed at him and said, "You'd better mind your own business."

"I'll take care of this matter," Zhou Zihao said.

Lin Kun is a young man with a handsome appearance, while Zhou Zihao is a rugged soldier. The two stand together and form a sharp contrast.

"Then I'll deal with you first, and then touch her." Lin Kun said.

He twisted his neck, took out a syringe and poked it at Zhou Zihao. Zhou Zihao didn't shy away at all, stretched out his hand to meet him, grabbed his wrist and held it.

With a "click", Lin Kun's wrist was twisted by him, and the next second he was kicked away by Zhou Zihao and fell to the ground.

"Do you like playing with these?" Zhou Zihao picked up the syringe, walked up to him, grabbed his arm, and stabbed him without hesitation.

"No." Lin Kun looked at him in fear, but unfortunately the needle water was injected into his body.

After the injection, Zhou Zihao squatted down, reached out and patted his face and said, "Can you change your skin? Or can you change your face? Do you like pretty girly faces?"

"When this medicine is injected into the body, it will cause a person's blood to temporarily coagulate. It will cause the person not to know the pain, and his face will be changed while he is alive, right? How about I give you an uncle's face?" Zhou Zihao asked.

He forcibly opened Lin Kun's mouth, looked at his neat teeth, and said, "Then pull out your teeth one by one and watch your blood flow out until the medicine ends. How about that?"

Lin Kun was frightened. He looked at Qingqing and begged for help and said, "Help me."

"Where have you been? I thought you didn't come to me anymore." Qingqing rushed forward and hugged Zhou Zihao's neck. At this moment, she realized that Zhou Zihao felt very safe.

This man is very good except for his poor emotional intelligence.

"I was afraid of disturbing you, so I never dared to show up." Zhou Zihao said in a low voice.

Looking at her trembling body, he stood up, hugged her and asked, "Did he touch you? How about I castrate him?"

"Didn't touch me." She said with her ears turning red.

She turned around and looked at Lin Kun, raised her foot and kicked him hard, saying: "You pervert, you still dare to care about my face, see if I don't beat you to death."

"He is my boyfriend." She said somewhat showily, as if this boyfriend was very powerful.

Lin Kun listened to her words and looked at Zhou Zihao, seeming to realize something.

"Have you done a lot of skin and face replacements recently? It feels very fulfilling, right? It's a pity that your nightclub was burned down by my buddy, and all your brothers were arrested." Zhou Zihao said.

Lin Kun's face changed drastically and he said in disbelief: "Impossible."

"Impossible?" Zhou Zihao listened, pulled out the video and handed it to him, saying, "It's already on the news headlines, believe it or not."