Before Ji Bochang could regain his composure, the white cane struck his shoulder mercilessly again.
"You old bastard, how dare you bully my aunt! I'll beat you to death, you old bitch!"
Ji Bochang winced in pain, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Stop hitting me! Ouch, you gonna kill me or what?"
But soon, he clamped his mouth shut.
He was at fault to begin with today. If he cried out and the villagers came, his reputation would be ruined!
So, he bit his lip hard, trying to prevent himself from making any noise, but as the cane lashed out again and again, the pain brought tears to his eyes.
Finally, Wu Gang grew tired.
He withdrew the white cane and said angrily, "Hand over a thousand bucks!"
"What... what thousand bucks?"
Ji Bochang dodged his gaze in reply, but as he saw Wu Gang raise the cane again, he hurriedly fumbled out ten hundred-yuan bills, shivering all the while.
"Here... here you go, isn't that enough? Stop hitting me, dammit!"
