Zhu Yu reflexively opened his mouth to snap, "So what if I'm looking at you?" But at the last instant, he forced it into a meek, "I wasn't looking at you, man!"
"Not looking at me? So you think you're too good for me? Fuck you." The man was hot-tempered and utterly unreasonable. He swung his hand and landed a solid slap across Zhu Yu's face.
Clutching his cheek, Zhu Yu hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, man! I wasn't looking down on you. I actually was looking at you!"
"Then what were you looking at? Got a problem with us?" The other man was even more hot-tempered. He stepped forward and kicked Zhu Yu straight to the ground.
Zhu Yu wanted to cry, but no tears came. How the fuck could he be this unlucky? All he had done was go downstairs for a meal, and he had run into two unreasonable bastards!
The two men were clearly in a foul mood and wanted someone to take it out on. Worse, the longer they looked at Zhu Yu, the more he resembled the bastard who had stolen Xiao Li away. Fueled by alcohol, they unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks on him.
Beaten black and blue, Zhu Yu screamed again and again before finally managing to scramble up and run.
The two drunks chased relentlessly after him. One bared his vicious side and even pulled out a knife.
Just then, Zhu Yu spotted a police car ahead. His spirits lifted, and he immediately shouted, "They're trying to kill me! Officer, save me!"
At that moment, he had completely forgotten his own insults against the police: "Protect who? Us? Do we need those pieces of trash protecting us?"
The two officers getting out of the police car saw what was happening