"Tell me, who sent you here? If I don't beat you to death with a broom today, my name's not Lin Xiaozhou!"
"Damn it, I won't let you go even if I die! !"
Wang Qiang was already in so much pain that he couldn't stand up. Then, he was beaten up by Lin Xiaozhou again like a cockroach. Wang Qiang couldn't stop screaming. His voice was so miserable that he sounded like a dying rat.
Zhao Yan saw the gangster with a bruised face and a bloody mouth. He couldn't bear it and said, "Don't beat him up too much yet. The police will be here soon."
Lin Xiaozhou, who was burning with anger, didn't care so much. He continued to beat him!
Damn it, how dare you hurt my brother?!
I'll beat you to death!
The furious Lin Xiaozhou only managed to put down the broken broom half a minute before the police arrived. He hurriedly ran into the room and found the dusty medical box.