"Spare your life, my foot! Where was your plea for mercy when you were bullying me just now? Now that you've fallen into my hands and realize how tough uncle is, you want me to let you off? Dream on! Has there ever been such a great bargain in this world?" Zhao Ling'er said with a furious expression on her face.
Having said that, she picked up a brick from the ground and charged at the Fatty Taoist, bringing it down on his head with brutal force...
After a dozen or so hits, Zhao Ling'er couldn't go on; she had no strength left and stood panting to one side.
"Uncle, I need to step away to relieve myself, this sleazy old man is all yours. Don't hold back on my account. Beat him mercilessly, ideally to death!" After declaring this, Zhao Ling'er's eyes darted around, and she turned to flee the problematic spot.
