"Ah!"
Wu Jiacheng took a hit on his left side, screamed painfully, and his head fiercely smashed onto the glass door, causing several cracks in the reinforced glass. Qian Jun's strength was evidently ferocious.
"It's killing me, it's killing me!"
Wu Jiacheng kept shouting in pain while holding his left ear. The buzzing in his ear wouldn't stop, and his head hurt like it was going to burst, feeling as if he was on the brink of death.
"I've tolerated you for a long time!" Qian Jun held his rubber baton, ready to strike again.
Seeing this, Shen Yingtian, who had just run out from the service hall, quickly stopped Qian Jun. "Jun, don't hit him anymore. If you continue, it could lead to his death."
While Shen Yingtian was stopping Qian Jun, Wu Jiacheng quickly scrambled to his feet, spat out a mouthful of not just blood, but also a few teeth, and felt his jawbone had broken.
