Wei Feng panted as he turned back, looking at Song Qiao and saying.
"My injuries are nothing. Today, we're going to beat this son of a bitch to death!"
As he spoke, Wei Feng delivered two more kicks to Cui Yibin.
Song Qiao stopped him again, "That's enough, leave him with a breath."
Hearing Song Qiao say he would leave him with a breath.
Although Cui Yibin was still terrified, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
If Wei Feng had continued to beat him, he would have definitely been beaten to death!
At this moment, Cui Yibin was covered in blood, his bathrobe dyed crimson.
Besides his collapsed nose and broken lips, his body was covered in marks from being trampled.
In comparison, the injury to his crippled knee was actually less severe.
There were several very serious internal injuries!
At the very least, his kidneys were smashed to pieces by Wei Feng.
The fresh blood constantly flowing from his nose and mouth indicated that his spleen was also in danger.
He didn't know how many ribs on both sides were broken.
Bone fragments had pierced his lungs, causing him sharp pain even when he breathed!
Looking at Cui Yibin's tragic state, Song Qiao felt no sympathy.
He squatted down, staring at the other man, and sneered.
"You took advantage of my absence to sneak attack my disciple, a truly bottomless act."
"Then I have no bottom line when it comes to you!"
Cui Yibin was barely clinging to life, the arrogance from earlier completely gone.
He now truly believed that this guy would dare to kill him!
In fact, if Song Qiao hadn't stopped him just now, he would already be dead.
At this moment, Cui Yibin lay on the ground, his eyes vacant, completely unable to speak.
Song Qiao couldn't be bothered to waste more words on him and instructed Wei Feng.
"Pack him up and send him to Zhang Longsheng."
"Let that old bastard see how his eldest disciple dies right before his eyes!"
What?
Cui Yibin was shocked by this.
Although he had just witnessed Song Qiao's ruthlessness.
He hadn't expected him to be so malicious!
He needed medical attention!
Immediately!
Right now!
Let alone enduring the bumpy journey to his master in this condition.
Even a moment's delay would feel like the end!
Thinking of this, Cui Yibin trembled violently.
With a strength he didn't know he possessed, he forced himself to shout for help.
"Help! Someone save me!"
"Aish, I'm being beaten to death!"
The broken and mournful Chinese filtered through the door into the hallway.
Coincidentally, a staff member heard his cries.
Drawn by the sound, he very handsomely shouted for them to stop!
Seeing the middle-aged man, Cui Yibin's heart surged with joy.
He desperately pleaded with the man to save his life.
"Quick! Sir, save me!"
"Call the police! No, no... call an ambulance first!"
"Call both! I'm dying!"
Song Qiao looked back upon hearing the commotion. He initially thought it was just an ordinary staff member.
He planned to take out his identification and dismiss him casually.
However, he didn't expect the person to be an acquaintance!
This almost made Song Qiao burst out laughing.
He observed the man with interest and asked.
"Oh? Fancy meeting you again. Manager Wei, are you here to rescue someone from me?"
The person was indeed Wei Yun. Wei Yun also hadn't expected Song Qiao to be the one involved.
Although his displeasure with Song Qiao was evident on his face.
He remembered Song Qiao's status – not only was he close to Mo Ling,
but he was also a VIP member of their hotel.
This forced Wei Yun to paste a habitual, commercial smile onto his stiff face.
"Mr. Song, you exaggerate. I just heard a commotion and wanted to see who was causing trouble."
"Since Mr. Song is handling a private matter, I shall not disturb you further."
As he spoke, Wei Yun inwardly scoffed, then turned and left without another moment's delay.
This caused Cui Yibin's heart to sink, plunging him into utter despair!
He felt ice-cold all over, murmuring to himself.
"No, no, no... No!"
His heart was filled with a thousand regrets for provoking Gao Meng!
He even felt he shouldn't have come to China at all.
Otherwise, he would still be Zhang Longsheng's eldest disciple in Korea,
revered and admired.
After his master's passing, even if the more talented Park Xu had taken the position of inheritor of the Taiyi Fist from him.
He would still have been qualified to establish his own sect and become a martial arts master!
But now...
Cui Yibin's face turned ashen, tears of regret streaming from the corners of his eyes.
Before he could think further, and with no opportunity for an apology,
Wei Feng delivered a resounding kick, knocking him unconscious.
He casually grabbed a white bedsheet from the bed and haphazardly wrapped Cui Yibin in it.
Then, like a scavenger, he slung the sheet-wrapped Cui Yibin over his shoulder.
"Boss, I'll find someone to transport him away."
"By water or by air?"
"By water, of course!"
Song Qiao shot Wei Feng an annoyed glance and said.
"Do you think the airport is your private property? They'd let you bring a half-dead person on board?"
Wei Feng grinned and, carrying the wrapped Cui Yibin, hurried to the dock.
He couldn't help but think: With your skills, it might not be impossible...
The two arrived at the dock and easily found someone they knew to help them ship Cui Yibin back to Korea.
Watching the departing cargo ship, Wei Feng enthusiastically waved his hand, exclaiming.
"I can't wait to see Zhang Longsheng's expression when he signs for him!"
"By the way, Boss, should I take you back now?"
As he spoke, Wei Feng reached out to open the car door, intending to drive Song Qiao back.
However, Song Qiao let out a cold laugh and said.
"You go back. I have somewhere else to go!"
"Where to?" Wei Feng turned his head in confusion.
But he saw Song Qiao had already vanished.
The empty dock was no longer graced by his presence!