"A bastard with eyes on his ass."
"Do you use your eyes for breathing? Who gave you the courage to lay a hand on Master Shen? Do you really think you're a member of the Liang Family now? Remember, your surname is Tan, and you have nothing to do with our Liang Family."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!—"
Liang Fan cursed under his breath as his fists, now skin peeled from beating, refused to stop. He recalled Master Shen's terrifying methods and felt a cold sweat breaking out on his back, making his punches even more forceful.
The completely disfigured Tan Qihua, lying on the ground dazed, had his eyes, nose, and entire face swollen.
Liang Fan ran out of strength to hit, he usually didn't like to exercise, and just now, he had exerted all his strength out of sheer terror.
Having exhausted his energy, his throat felt parched, and his stomach uncomfortable, only feeling the acid reflux rising.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!—"
