"How is that possible?"
Tu Feng was stunned, his eyes filled with panic as he watched Jiang Chen turn around and walk toward him.
Bang!
As he approached, Jiang Chen kicked Tu Feng off the couch with a powerful kick and kicked him several times, "Bastard! You still dare to think about hurting Jing Yi, do you like being in a wheelchair so much? I'll make sure you'll never get out of it."
Bang! Bang!
Crack! Crack!
With two vicious kicks, Jiang Chen broke both of Tu Feng's legs.
"Ah..." Tu Feng screamed in agony, clutching his legs.
But at that moment, the door of the private room was kicked open, and Xue Tu walked in with Scar and Cobra, looking smug.
However, as soon as they entered, they were dumbfounded.
The scene inside the room was nothing like what they had imagined.
The Mr. Fang they had been relying on was lying on the ground, vomiting blood, his life hanging by a thread. And Tu Feng was once again under Jiang Chen's foot, both of his legs broken.
"Ah, my son!"
