"Beat him up! Beat him to death!"
General Parker trembled with rage, his face twisting as he pointed at Zhao Yang and cursed furiously!
"Bang bang bang—"
Seven or eight soldiers punched and kicked fiercely, becoming more violent as they continued. Despite Zhao Yang's superior physical condition, he couldn't hold up and was beaten to the ground, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth.
"Stop! Stop it all of you!"
"Stop hitting him!"
"Hmph! I want to see whether your stubborn mouth is tougher than my soldiers' fists. Acting tough with me, you're really asking for trouble!"
General Parker snorted coldly, gestured with his hand, and the soldiers stopped their brutal beating, moving back to the side.
"Kid, do you realize how formidable I am now?"
Parker walked up to Zhao Yang, kicked him twice, and looked down at him from on high, speaking indifferently.
"Pah!"
