The hooligan was really strong. With just a kick, Kathleen felt an agonizing pain on her stomach.
She felt as if ten thousand scorching blades stabbed her, and it hurt so much that she laid directly on the ground.
"Does that hurt?" The hooligan pinched Kathleen's chin, forcing her to look at the smug grin on his ugly face. "This is just the beginning! Brothers, continue attacking!"
As soon as he finished his words, the rest of the men started to hit Kathleen violently.
Kathleen was lying on the floor. Her face, her shoulders, her stomach, as well as her legs were beaten up by the hooligans.
At this moment, there was only the sound of them beating her up with rods echoing in the dark alley.
Kathleen's face was as white as a sheet. She clenched her teeth hard, not making any sound, and curled up into a ball…
