The set at the scene had been beaten to pieces, and the staff were fleeing with their valuable photographic equipment.

Gong Zihua's skills are actually very good, and the two men's strong figures hit each other from east to west...

Jing Jiaren ran over carrying her skirt and looked at the mess on the ground.

I didn’t expect Mong Zihua to be so good at fighting...

If he were just a star, his skills would be terrifying.

The two men stepped on tables and chairs, pushed and swept, rotated and kicked, and hit in series. All the moves were real, as if they were filming a Hollywood action movie.

Although Gong Zihua often shoots martial arts movies and action movies, most of them are fancy and just for show...

All the staff were stunned.

"Mong Zihua, stop fighting!" Jayson waved his hand and called two staff members to break up the fight.

As soon as he got close, he was kicked out by the two male gods and fell far away.

Who among the remaining staff dared to get closer? They were all moving back.

Jayson is lame on one leg and is planning to play on crutches...

"Stop it, Ximen Longting, stop it!" Jing Jiaren followed the assistant to the scene, frowning and shouting.

Ximen Longting paused when he heard her voice, and was instantly punched on the right side of his face, which made him feel depressed.

With cold eyes, he grabbed Gong Zihua's body and punched him rapidly on the chest with a series of punches.

It's like being hit hard on a sandbag to vent...

After more than a dozen punches, Gong Zihua was unable to resist at first, and then was kicked away hard, hitting the tables, chairs and equipment, making a scattered sound.

He pressed his chest and sat up, a mouthful of blood welling up and making his lips ooze bright red.

While Gong Zihua was wiping away the blood, she grabbed a teacup on the ground and hit it.

Ximen Longting couldn't avoid it and reached out to open the cup.

Then the second, the third, the fourth...

The cup hit the ground with a series of crisp sounds.

Splattered fragments scratched the back of Ximen Longting's hand, and a shallow blood mark opened, and blood dripped on his ring.

Soiled...

Ximen Longting wiped off the blood on the ring with his hand, and became angry: "You are seeking death, I will destroy you today."

"..."

Jing Jiaren had already circled behind him, suddenly reached out and rushed towards him, hugging him from behind.

"Ximen Longting, please stop fighting!"

Gong Zihua's eyes were fierce, and she grabbed a pastry knife and threw it at her.

Ximen Longting was held tightly by Jing Jiaren. He turned around and held her in his arms. His body froze when he was stabbed.

Jing Jiaren clutched Ximen Longting's shirt: "Is that enough? Can you please stop fighting?!"

"Okay, whatever you say will be done..."

"The Crown Prince is injured, ah!" the assistant screamed in fright.

Jing Jiaren's eyes widened, and she pushed Ximen Longting away and saw the pastry knife stuck in the back of his shoulder blade.

The blood immediately covered his suit jacket...

"It's all your fault for running out to seek death now?" Ximen Longting slapped her on the forehead, "Don't run out during a fight next time, I will beat you!"

Jing Jiaren was stunned: "Your shoulders..."

"Small injury." Ximen Longting didn't take it seriously. He stretched out his right hand behind his left shoulder and held the handle of the knife.

Wilson shouted in time: "Master, don't pull out...I'll do it."

Gong Zihua coldly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Ximen Longting, with surging anger in his eyes.
Chapter completed!