Wang Luqi's left shoulder was collapsed, his facial features twisted together in pain.
Wang Hao, suffering from severe leg pain, was also grimacing and groaning in agony.
Seeing the father and son in such a state caused an uproar at the scene.
Nobody could figure out what was really going on.
It seemed that Fan Erhu was about to fight Xiao Long, but how had things suddenly turned against Wang Luqi and his son?
"My dad had already given you the money, why are you hitting us!"
"Fan Erhu, what the hell are you playing at! I've been good to you all these years, and now you don't want to help, that's fine, but you're actually siding with an idiot to take me down, are you brain-damaged by a donkey's kick?"
Slap!
Before Wang Luqi could finish, Fan Erhu slapped him again.
"Good to me my ass! I did take your money, but didn't I do the work for you?
Also, Xiao Long is my boss. You pay me to hit my own boss, who's the one kicked in the head here?"
