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To deal with such people, Tang Zhong had always followed one principle, that was, if beating someone up once didn't solve the problem, then do it with two kicks, and if that still didn't work, just add another kick. After all, only the one who's hurting knows the pain!
One big kick landed directly on Wang Jian's face, and with a loud clang, his head hit the wall, making quite a noise!
Instantly, a footprint shaped like a shoehorn appeared on Wang Jian's face, dark and distinct, with a large bump forming on the back of his head. The whole person looked disheveled, and although he felt dizzy, he was angered. Pointing at Tang Zhong, he said, "You... you dare to hit me, you criminal, you're courting death!"
It seemed it wasn't enough.
The corner of Tang Zhong's mouth lifted slightly, and with another kick, the two shoeprints on Wang Jian's face formed a cross. His head hit the wall again with a clang, and symmetrical bumps formed on either side.
