Shi Jingzhou's fist unmercifully struck Han Ling's face.
The speed and ferocity of the hit seemed intended to beat someone to death.
Upon seeing Shi Jingzhou, even the usually gentle and refined Han Ling tore off his mask, his anger blazing within him. Unprepared for the first punch, he took it squarely and then struck back.
The two men were openly brawling in the KTV, and passersby all stopped, eagerly watching the spectacle.
Qiao Zhiyi, standing by, was anxiously stomping her foot, unsure of whom to pull away from the fight. Most importantly, she couldn't even get close.
"Stop fighting!" Qiao Zhiyi shouted.
No one listened.
Qiao Zhiyi gritted her teeth, steeled her heart, and rushed over to pull Shi Jingzhou back.
In that moment, Han Ling landed a heavy punch on Shi Jingzhou's right face, his mask falling off, revealing his face.
The hallway lighting wasn't very bright, but it was enough to let others clearly see what Shi Jingzhou looked like.