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"Ah!"
In an instant, Xiang Long screamed in agony as his limbs were brutally twisted out of shape. He simply couldn't withstand the pain. Having lived for half his life, he had never experienced such suffering. People always had him to fear, who would dare lay a hand on him?
But what he hadn't expected today was that someone did lay hands on him, and that someone was an ex-convict who had been through reformation through labor.
Ling Tianyu looked disdainfully at Xiang Long, who lay on the ground screaming, and walked over to Xiang Zhun, who had not yet reacted. He grabbed him by the neck and pushed him down onto the grass.
"Kowtow and apologize to her!" Ling Tianyu pointed at Song Yanwu, who had a tear-streaked face, and commanded him in an irrefutable tone.
Xiang Zhun was already trembling with fear. All six of his family's bodyguards had been beaten breathless, and his own father had his limbs broken and was lying on the ground screaming. What was he in comparison?