Xu Ke delivered a sharp kick to the woman's chin. Although he held back some strength, the blow still left her chin bruised. The people in the restaurant hadn't expected Xu Ke to actually hit a woman, and for a moment, everyone was shocked, their mouths agape but no sound coming out, while the woman on the ground held her chin, wailing in pain.
"If you keep yelling, I'll dislocate your jaw." Xu Ke said coldly, expressionless, and sure enough, the woman shut her mouth and stopped howling.
"Why did you hit me?" the woman accused tearfully.
"Don't touch me with your dusty and saliva-smeared hands. Here's money for medical expenses; take it and don't appear in front of me again, or next time, it won't be your jaw I kick." Xu Ke's gaze lingered on the woman's neck, the flash of murderous intent making her instinctively swallow back the words she had yet to utter.
