"Bang!"
Soon, the second bang resounded, accompanied by a wretched scream.
In the distance, a young man in a black leather jacket was seen clutching his face, squatting on the ground cursing, "Who the hell set off that firecracker? Scared the hell out of me, it almost blew my face off!"
"Oh no, we're in trouble."
Li Xiaoli swallowed hard, awkwardly staring at the young man.
Liu Mengting and Chen Cang were both dumbfounded, while the shop owner quietly shut the door, leaving Liu Mengting and the others outside.
Now that someone had been hit, it was not just a matter of a few thousand yuan. It was best to quickly distance oneself from the incident.
