Since he was going to play the trick of injuring himself, he couldn't be too perfunctory. It had to be more strenuous than a real fight. He had to use his son's injury to exchange for the smallest loss.
However, no matter how hard they tried to put on an act, the other party's family did not show any expression. They looked on indifferently as if they were watching a clown.
Meng wenzhe's grandfather had been counting in his heart. He thought that after he had hit his son so hard, master Xia would think that he had hit him enough and would stop. Once he stopped, he would have something to say.
However, after 10 calls, master Xia still did not stop him. He sneaked a glance at master Xia, but he was just watching coldly, with no intention of stopping him.
This time, Meng wenzhe's grandfather couldn't back down. What should he do? he had used an iron rod to hit him. One hit was enough to make him suffer. If he continued to hit him, he would really be in trouble.
