When Pan Wenjie saw Xiang Yu charging towards him, he despaired, knowing he was no match for Xiang Yu. The fury on Xiang Yu's face made it clear a beating was inevitable today.
Pan Wenjie hoped his brothers below would hurry up to back him up, but hearing the roars downstairs, he knew for certain that Xiang Yu hadn't come alone—the big, dumb guy might be with him, too.
In front of Xiang Yu, Pan Wenjie didn't stand a chance to fight back. Like a torrential rain, Xiang Yu's fists pounded Pan Wenjie, accompanied by his screams with every punch.
"Xiang Yu, you're dead meat. If you don't kill me today, I'll kill you tomorrow," Pan Wenjie yelled hysterically.
But Xiang Yu, like a man possessed, didn't say a word, instead straddling Pan Wenjie and raining down punch after punch, reducing Pan Wenjie to a wailing mess.
Now a big brother himself, how could he ever suffer such humiliation?
