Zhu Shuangyi covered his cheek, the stinging pain becoming more and more apparent, as if thousands of needles were pricking him.
He asked, bewildered, "Brother Kun, did you, did you hit the wrong person? The one who should be getting hit is him!"
"How dare you spout nonsense here! I'm beating the right person—you! You good-for-nothing scum, who gave you the guts to offend that gentleman and even try to drive a wedge between us! I'll kill you! I will kill you!" Wu Kun said, all the while punching and kicking Zhu Shuangyi in the head, sparing no effort.
Show mercy to Zhu Shuangyi now would imply cruelty to oneself later on.
Wu Kun worried that if he didn't make his stance against Zhu Shuangyi clear, Han Zhiming would be the perfect cautionary tale!
He certainly didn't wish to have dozens of bones broken while alive, healed, and then broken again!
Just the thought of it sent shivers down his spine and made his scalp tingle.
What's going on here? This is...
