Soon you'll know, won't you? The bodyguard snorted disdainfully. It's just taking a beating, right? I've been beaten plenty of times before. The police will be here any minute now, and even if I lend you the courage, you wouldn't dare beat me to death. At most, I'll get slapped a few times.
Just as the bodyguard was about to continue showing off in front of Ye Fan, a sudden intense pain erupted from where Ye Fan had struck him, spreading throughout his entire body instantly. The bodyguard watched in horror as the veins on his arm bulged and his muscles twitched uncontrollably, accompanied by a pain that seared into his marrow.
The bodyguard, in agony, opened his mouth wide. Leaning weakly against the van, he had lost even the ability to cry out in pain. With his mouth gaping open, he resembled a dying Dog, his tongue lolling out, panting heavily.
Because of the pain, the bodyguard's face was contorted, resembling a crumpled rag twisted into a knot.
