In the restroom.
After Ye Tian heard what Mo Laosan said in the video.
A wave of emotion crossed his face.
Mo Laosan's loyalty to him had completely exceeded his expectations.
The video continued to play.
Duan Yaohui also picked up an iron rod from the side and said with a smile, "President Du, I'd like to have a taste of the action too!"
"This bastard does have some spine."
"Beating someone with spine until they've got none—it's quite an interesting thing to do."
With that said.
He and Du Wanhun swung their iron rods together, smashing them onto Mo Laosan's legs.
"Bang, bang," two muffled sounds echoed in the air.
Mo Laosan let out a series of stifled groans from his throat, his facial expression resembling a fierce ghost from hell.
Duan Yaohui and Du Wanhun didn't stop.
They continued to swing their iron rods, hitting Mo Laosan's legs.
A few minutes later.
