Screams of agony filled the air incessantly.
The one who got beaten the worst was the fatso, for it was he who flipped the table in the restaurant. Song Taojie's group of brothers was, of course, not there just to fill their bellies.
Having finally caught him, they decided to give the kid a thorough thrashing first, something these brothers had been holding back for quite a while.
The fatso's face was pummeled to the point of swelling like a pig's head, continuously begging for mercy.
"Please, brothers, spare my life. If you keep hitting me, I'll really be beaten to death. Whatever you say, we'll agree to it, isn't that enough?"
Song Taojie saw that the beating was indeed almost over, with several already lying motionless on the ground. If it really resulted in death, the situation would be a bit too difficult to manage.
So, he ordered his brothers to stop.
"Stop hitting him," he said.
