AiLin couldn't help but find herself standing still while she watched Li ZiChen pulling the younger guy by his collar. The pull was so rough and strong that it caused for the younger man in red to be dragged across the floor effortlessly. The younger man didn't even dare to bring up his own fists as the next second Li ZiChen had plummeted his own fist straight on the young man's jaw. Blood seeped out from his mouth and YingYi couldn't even gather himself to guard against the next punch as his head was too dizzy.
By the time he realized it, Li ZiChen had grabbed his head and raised his fist. His face was unflinching without a single change of emotion as he was about to hit a harder punch on his younger brother.
Li YingYi closed his eyes tight. All he knew is the believe that his brother wouldn't have gone so far as to kill him. He would be beaten up black and blue, bruised and bloodied, but at least he wouldn't die, right?