The madman roared furiously, utterly unwilling.
Ahhh…
He roared in his heart.
He had painstakingly struggled, finally entering the ranks of warriors, only to be beaten back to reality by someone named Chen Fan with just a few punches.
Reduced to a cripple, no different from the beggars on the street.
"Xia Bingqing, I will kill you no matter what!"
"Fuck your mother!"
He held onto a wooden stick.
And walked.
Everyone who passed by cast looks of utter contempt.
And pinched their noses.
"Still beggars in this day and age!"
"Get lost, get lost, get out of the way, you're ruining the mood!"
"What the hell?"
The madman was about to speak, but hesitated, and could only hang his head in shame.
He hadn't treated anyone like this in a long time!
Just then, a group of young men, mostly around twenty, all with elaborate tattoos and a ruffian demeanor, appeared… giving the impression that they were as powerful as the heavens.
"Brothers, didn't we say we had no one to play with just now?"
"Isn't this a toy that's arrived?"
"Haha… Who says not?"
And so, they took the madman to an abandoned factory.
Suspended in mid-air.
Punch after punch landed on the madman's body.
The madman's whole body trembled involuntarily.
His fists were clenched so tightly they seemed to embed themselves in his flesh, his knuckles bone-white, bleeding slightly.
"You little brats, stop it!"
"Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"
His words, instead of stopping them, only made the young men more vicious.
"Oh, you still dare to talk back?"
"Brothers, hit him hard!"
"Beat him to death, let him know how tough we are!"
"Got it!"
Some of them rolled up their sleeves and swung their wooden sticks, striking the madman's body again and again.
Clang, clang, clang…
Each blow echoed with the sound of cracking bones.
The madman, unable to bear it after a short while, lowered his head, "I… I'm sorry, I was wrong! Please, don't hit me anymore!"
"Okay!"
"I really know I was wrong!"
"You know you're wrong now? Let me tell you, it's too late!"
"Hit him, hit him to death!"
The group of ruffians relentlessly beat the madman.
They subjected him to all sorts of verbal and physical humiliation.
With his martial arts abilities crippled, the madman could only choose to compromise.
However, he had deeply imprinted their faces in his mind.
Everything was thanks to Hongying.
Therefore, she and her family had to bear all of this.
One of the ruffian youngsters, a bald man, said, "Stinking beggar, you look very unhappy? Why don't you call someone to deal with us?"
He even took out his phone and waved it in front of him.
Seeing the phone, the madman's eyes flashed with an unprecedented fervor, and he said weakly, "Can… can you guys let me make a phone call?"
The bald man chuckled, his lips curling up, and snorted, "Why wouldn't we let you call? You're just a stinking beggar, do you really think we're afraid of you!"
"Brothers, you tell him, isn't that right?"
The surrounding people responded with laughter, "Haha, who says not!"
"Just a little stinking beggar, thinks we're afraid of you?"
"What are you doing?"
"It's just a phone call, come on, let him make it!"
"What the hell?"
And so, after being tormented, the madman was let down.
Thud!
His body fell heavily to the ground…