But it was already too late.
Hearing Fang Qinglian's cries, Lu Jianshen had just turned around when the long stick was forcefully brought down on his back.
A single blow.
Lu Jianshen staggered, nearly falling to his knees on the ground.
But still, he stubbornly held on.
His pride intact, he stood tall between heaven and earth, without a hint of submission.
But that momentary pause gave the enemy an opportunity.
Soon, the second stick...
Lu Jianshen was still enduring, biting his lip, trying hard to stand upright, bearing the pain. His brows were nearly furrowed into deep trenches, yet he uttered not a single word of plea.
"Jianshen..." Fang Qinglian yelled from her wheelchair, her screams tearing through the air.
With tears streaming down, she cried out, "Jianshen, how are you?"
"Please, I'm begging you, don't, don't do this!"
"Let him go, I beg you to let him go."
