Di Yimo looked over at Sister Dan, his thin lips lifting in a sharp line as he forced out three words, "He deserves death!"
"Yimo!" Sister Dan stomped her foot in anger and hurriedly said, "You're drunk, let's go, we're going back, go back first!"
As she spoke, Sister Dan rushed to pull Di Yimo away to keep things from blowing up even more. At this moment, Di Yimo seemed to have recovered a bit of rationality and let Sister Dan drag him off.
Zhao Meiqi naturally followed as well. She had already been crying her eyes out and couldn't help asking Di Yimo, "Yimo, where are you hurt? Hurry and let me see."
As she spoke she reached out to grab Di Yimo's hand to check, but that skin-to-skin contact made Di Yimo frown in unbearable irritation.
Because he had just gone all out beating the crap out of Taylor, it counted as a bout of intense exercise. The result of that was that the drug in his system seemed to start taking effect.
