The girls hadn't expected Cao Han to get physical, and their faces paled in terror.
Just as Cao Han's palm was about to land on one of the girls' faces, a dark blur shot through the air with a SWOOSH and slammed hard into his face.
"AHHH—" Cao Han shrieked. A red mark instantly appeared on his face as blood burst from his nose, splattering everywhere. The impact knocked his swing off course; his hand missed the girl's face, grazing past her cheek instead.
CLATTER.
The 'hidden weapon' that had struck Cao Han fell to the ground. It was just a ballpoint pen.
'A pen is what just hit me?'
Cao Han clutched his bleeding nose, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the ballpoint pen spinning on the floor.
'The impact felt like someone had smashed a brick into my face; I thought my cheekbone was going to shatter. How could a tiny ballpoint pen have so much power? And who the fuck threw it?'
