Ah Gui's casual tone sounded as if he was merely chatting with Zhong Yuqian, but his expression and eyes communicated just how terrifying he had become.
Qiao Zhiyi knew he and Shi Jingzhou had blood on their hands; how could such men not be fierce?
Zhong Yuqian's face was pale; he dared not make a single move. Any slight movement caused excruciating pain in his shoulder.
"You, let me go!"
Duang——
Ah Gui smashed a fist into Zhong Yuqian's chest.
Instantly, Zhong Yuqian's chest numbed, as if the blood inside was churning, and a sweet and fishy taste stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.
"This punch is for Lin Yuwei."
Another sound of a fist hitting bone, and the taste of blood in Zhong Yuqian's throat surged forth.
"This punch is for my sister-in-law."
As the third punch landed, Zhong Yuqian spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ah Gui did not even blink, "This punch is for Miss Ye returning the favor to you."