Fatty Wang took a few steps forward, lifted Zhang Huzi by the collar, and started punching and kicking him.
He didn't say anything and only focused on hitting people to vent the pent-up emotions in his heart.
His grandmother, his parents, his wife, and his children had nothing to do with them, but they had to bear the inexplicable hatred of this mother and son.
He couldn't accept this, he really couldn't accept this.
However, what else could he do other than give this person a good beating?
No matter what he did, the person closest to him would not wake up. No matter what he did, he would not change the fact that he would be alone in this world from now on.
"Stop hitting him, young master Wang, stop hitting him. He's your brother, your blood brother!" Zhang Liushi's heart ached for her son, and she kept pleading.
However, it was as if fatty Wang didn't hear her, as he continued to land heavy punches on Zhang Huzi's body.
