The girl glanced at Su Xin, who was curled up and being beaten by several people, frowned slightly, and then stepped forward, shrieking:
"Let him go! If you guys don't move away, don't blame me for really cutting people!"
Seeing her firm steps, the guy with the stud earrings also frowned.
Although this girl was thin and obviously not strong, she was holding a fruit knife. If she impulsively started swinging it wildly, their small folding knives couldn't compare to her fifty or sixty-centimeter-long fruit knife, they might really suffer.
Moreover, a knife wasn't worth using in this situation.
He turned his head and saw Su Xin already kicked and beaten on the ground with no strength left to fight back. He waved his hand and said:
"Alright, stop it, don't beat him to death."
The four gradually stopped.
Among them, three had facial injuries, the worst being the crew-cut youth who had taken several headbutts, his face full of blood with a nosebleed that wouldn't stop.
