Two fists collided, an egg against a stone.
Thud!
Sun Zhihao's fist was left with a dent.
Crack crack crack...
All five fingers were fractured.
"Ah... ah ah..." Sun Zhihao, clutching his broken hand, squatted on the ground, wailing loudly, "Qin Feng, you dare hit me? I swear I'm going to kill you! Kill you! Ah... it fucking hurts like hell!"
While everyone was dumbfounded, Xie Xiaoli was the first to recover and quickly reminded them, "Hurry and bandage up Young Master Sun!"
Then, she professionally directed her companions to get to work. They all cooperated and busied themselves. The painkillers were administered, and his hand was wrapped up like a mummy.
Sun Zhihao stopped howling, it was time to settle scores.
Xie Xiaoli pointed at Qin Feng and asked, "Young Master Sun, this dumbass hit you, how do you want to deal with it?"
