Laughing, the crowd around them joined in the mockery.
Short Fatty continued, "What's up? Wasn't it exhilarating to sleep with your little sister-in-law?"
"Fuck you!"
As Wen Xu cursed in rage, he had just managed to get up, wanting to fight Short Fatty, when the very next second he was stomped back down.
Short Fatty pressed down hard on Wen Xu's back, and with Wen Xu already injured and lighter in weight, naturally he couldn't resist.
His face was forced against the ground, the cheek touching the ground was scraped raw, and blood was flowing down from the corner of his mouth.
Short Fatty continued to apply pressure until he saw Wen Xu struggling to breathe, then he lifted his foot, kicking Wen Xu in the chest and sending him flying a distance away.
This time, Wen Xu truly had no strength left and laid sprawled on the ground, unable to get up.
Seeing Wen Xu was out of combat, Short Fatty casually handed the knife to a brother next to him and walked over to Jiang Yi.
