Zhi Qi glared fiercely at Taotie.
The next second!
Pu——
Zhi Qi spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on Taotie's face.
Slap——
A crisp sound echoed through the tent.
It was the sound of a shoe sole smacking against a face.
Slap slap slap——
Taotie swung his shoe left and right, relentlessly smacking Zhi Qi's face.
Fang Xiaocao watched coldly from the sidelines, with no intention of stopping him. The person before her was not Zhi Qi himself. Even if it wasn't Thousand Faces himself, it was one of his subordinates; they deserved to be beaten to death.
Taotie continued slapping more than a dozen times until Zhi Qi's face was a bloody, unrecognizable mess before he finally stopped.
Taotie still had a sense of measure, knowing Fang Xiaocao still needed to interrogate this fake Zhi Qi, so he did not beat the man to death.
Discarding the smelly shoe in his hand, Taotie reached out and pressed his large hand against the bloodied and mangled face of Zhi Qi.
Hiss——
