Hearing Xiao Wu's slightly muffled words and seeing her miserable state, Tang San felt his heart bleed, filled with guilt and anguish:
"Xiao Wu, don't worry. I'll avenge you right now. She dared to hurt you-I won't let her get away with it."
As he spoke, Tang San wiped the blood seeping from the corner of Xiao Wu's mouth, then prepared to get up and settle accounts with Huo Wu.
But Xiao Wu caught hold of him:
"Wait, Xiao San. Help me up. I'm coming too."
Tang San considered it briefly, then finally nodded:
"All right. We'll go together."
Truthfully, he didn't want Xiao Wu to put herself in danger again, but clearly, he couldn't persuade her otherwise. If he didn't let her vent the anger in her heart, she would certainly refuse to let the matter rest.
Besides, Xiao Wu's injuries weren't as serious as he had imagined. Her face was just a little swollen.
"Huo Wu, was it? You've gone too far."
After soothing Xiao Wu and helping her up, Tang San slowly turned to look at Huo Wu, who stood proudly where she was. He seemed calm on the surface, but his dark eyes had become fathomlessly deep, as though devoid of all emotion.
Clearly, the words "way of seeking death" had already surfaced in his mind.
"Too far?"
Huo Wu immediately laughed when she heard that:
"What a joke. She attacked me first. I merely fought back. How is that going too far?"
As she spoke, the smile abruptly vanished from Huo Wu's face, and she stared coldly at Tang San:
"What, she's allowed to hit me, but I'm not allowed to beat her up?"
Tang San had no answer for a moment, but his dark, ordinary face instantly clouded over, the anger and murderous intent