An hour later.
In a certain hospital in Jing City, Lu Yebai, still with a broken arm hanging from his shoulder, called out to Lu Zhanbei, then he was hit hard in the chest by Lu Zhanbei's punch, leaving him gasping for breath in mid-air.
Scuffed up, Lu Yebai didn't plan to bear it in silence. He twisted his body to try to sweep his leg in retaliation, only to be kicked back hard by Lu Zhanbei.
Although Lu Zhanbei looked mild-mannered on the outside, he was a trained martial artist. His kicks were fast and fierce. With one kick, he sent Lu Yebai, still on infusion, flying to the wall of the sickroom. Not yet satisfied, he stepped forward and kicked him several more times, each kick aimed to hurt him.
Having kicked him enough, he then picked up the groaning little bastard, sneered coldly, "Did that feel good? Eh?"
Pain, he feels pain all over his body!
