Jared was tall and thin; he had so little fat that it hurt to hit him.

‘I knew it, ‘ Carlos thought. He led Debbie to the table and gave her an empty beer bottle.

“Here, hit him with this. Your hand won’t hurt this way. Go on.”

“Seriously?!’ The rest of them looked at Carlos in stunned disbelief.

“Is Carlos really here to stop them from fighting?’

Debbie was amused, and her anger evaporated. She put the bottle back on the table, and grabbed Carlos’ hand.

“Never mind. I’m not angry anymore. If I break his head with the bottle, I will end up in jail.”

nose was bleeding and his face was swollen. Sasha asked anxiously, “Does it hurt? Let me take you to the

right choice. If you beat me to death, then there will be no

Debbie’s hand, Carlos said coldly, “I’ll

dropped. His anger

so cold-blooded that

rolled her eyes and snorted,

pointed to his

Debbie shrugged.

and immediately got an idea

she could knock you down with a single punch. Is that

want to stay at the booth any longer because Jared was snitching

mouth. I’m

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