When Dexter Pei rushed to the scene of the incident, the other investors in the private room had dispersed. Only Griffin Qi was left sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and taking a nap, with broken glass at his feet. There were two instigators sitting on top of the messy room. One was leaning against the right wall, and the other was leaning against the left wall. Each had an eye that was being treated with a cold compress. Together they could probably make up a pair of panda eyes.
The two of them obviously haven't turned off the flames yet, but now everyone is choking on their breath and doesn't dare to make any more noise.
Dexter Pei passed through the invisible wall of anger in the air, walked to the right, and glanced at Flynn Lu: his collar was torn, his hair style looked like a forked broom, and there were bruises on the corners of his mouth.
"It's a skin injury. It'll be fine in a few days." Lu An asked someone to run over late at night. Lu An was feeling tired and took the initiative to speak.
Dexter Pei said "Hmm" and glanced to the left, "What do you say?"
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