Suddenly, he saw a red brick on the ground and hastily bent down to pick it up.
Then, like crushing a mouse, Chen Yuan stomped down hard, pressing Wang Yuan's palm against the red brick.
He even ground his foot a few times…
"Ah ah ah! Stop… don't do it!"
The skin was peeled off at the back of his hand, revealing five distinct bloody marks that looked strikingly fresh.
Seeing this, Fu dared not persuade Chen Yuan anymore.
It wasn't that she was afraid of being affected by an agitated Chen Yuan; even if he turned into a demon, she did not believe he would harm her…
It was just that the fight was particularly nasty now, with the other party even trying to pick up a brick. If it weren't for Chen Yuan's timely interruption, that bald guy would already be swinging the brick around.
It might be said that he could have directly hurled it at Chen Yuan.
If it hit, it would be someone else receiving the beatings.
"Come on, put it under your own stomach."
