Just as the thought crossed his mind, Lin Yue's body was viciously kicked again.
He winced in pain, his body involuntarily curling up as his stomach churned tumultuously.
"Speak up!" the burly thug stomped on Lin Yue's body, "You seemed pretty capable during the car race the other day, didn't you? You had a lot of strength when you smashed Brother Hu's barbecue stall, so why are you chickening out now?"
He had been mixed up in the underworld for a long time and seen all kinds of people; he despised someone like Lin Yue the most—always pushing problems onto others.
Lin Yue spat out several mouthfuls of acidic water tinged with blood, unable to muster any resistance, and instead began groveling, "Big brother, the person in the car was my mom, may I know how I can assist you?"
"At least you're obedient. How's your mom now?" the burly thug bent down to ask, "Is she dead?"