Zeng Li's mouth was stuffed with a piece of rag, and he was making muffled sounds. His left leg was bent at a very strange angle.
Zeng Li's forehead was covered in sweat, and his clothes were completely soaked. It was too damn painful. That guy had actually ... Broken his leg.
Zeng Li recalled the night he first came into contact with Ji Mianmian. There was a bastard who threatened him not to get close to her.
Now, there was another one.
Zeng Li did not know if these two bastards were the same person, but they were all the same.
He still broke his leg, damn it ...
If he had known, he wouldn't have agreed to that bastard's request.
Zeng Li was in so much pain that he almost fainted. No, he would rather pass out on his own than suffer like this.
Zeng Li trembled as he pulled out the cloth stuffed in his mouth. Then, he took out his phone and used the last of his strength to dial a number.
