Tang Zheng held a bomb in his hand as he walked over to the gym teacher, who was thrown into disarray, dizzy, and covered in wounds. His clothes were soaked with blood.
"You've lost." Tang Zheng stepped on the gym teacher's wrist, who was struggling to grab a bomb from his waist bag. He pulled out a folding knife, ready to end her misery.
"I, I can't accept this." The fourth man who was about to die by Tang Zheng's hand cursed him heavily, "You won't end well; your wife will become a slave …"
"Brother Tang." Zhang Yan walked over, carefully apologizing, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have doubted you."
"Ha, are you done swearing?" Tang Zheng laughed mockingly at the dying gym teacher on the ground. He held Zhang Yan and kissed her on the lips to provoke him on purpose.
Furious and helpless, the gym teacher barely managed to raise his armature to resist. But the foot on his wrist pressed even harder, causing him immense pain.
