Bei Xier walked to the door, lifted her eyes, and saw the restaurant full of sprawled waiters, instantly scared stiff.
There was clearly a fight here just now.
She didn't understand what had happened, but these people seemed to be quite injured.
Bei Xier quickly walked outside the restaurant, feeling a bit more settled.
She took a few deep breaths before pulling out her phone from her pocket to call the police.
Just as the phone was placed to her ear, suddenly, a large iron-like hand grabbed her wrist, snatching the phone away from her.
Bei Xier jerked her head up and saw Mu Xiaoyao standing there with a stern expression.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with a gloomy atmosphere.
"Mu... Xiaoyao?" Bei Xier subconsciously opened her mouth.
Mu Xiaoyao didn't respond, his large hand threw her phone away.
The phone flew several meters away, hitting the wall and shattering into pieces.
This action caused the surrounding pedestrians to stop and watch.
