Two people stood up, the woman's face with bruises at the corners of her mouth and eyes; her left eye was swollen shut, barely a slit visible, and there was a bit of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Although Zhang Ye was reluctant, he still handed her a piece of paper as it was, after all, his job.
He Guo fared even worse; although he managed to dodge the keys with his eyes, he couldn't avoid his scalp and face getting scraped off a large chunk of flesh by the keys.
Blood was profuse, and he was cursing and grimacing in pain, yet he didn't dare to touch the wound.
Luo Qianqian shivered; this kind of fighting was indeed something she had never seen before. She had been in fights herself, but had never come across such ruthless opponents; no matter what, these two were still a married couple, not enemies forced to engage in combat.
