Bang!
John Sharo slammed hard against the wall, a sweetness in his chest, he spewed a basin of old blood and collapsed onto the ground.
Before he could react, Xiaohao took a quick step and charged again.
He used his fists and feet, punch after punch landing solidly, subjecting him to a frenzied beating.
Bang bang bang...
A series of hand-to-hand combat sounds rose from his body.
"Ah! Yellow-skinned monkey, have some decency and don't hit the face..." John Sharo yelled in a fit of rage.
His palm had just been raised when it was brutally kicked down by Xiaohao before it could even react.
"I feel like it, what the hell can you do about it?" Xiaohao sneered.
He increased the strength in his palms, punch after kick aimed specifically at his face.
While beating him, Xiaohao cursed furiously, "Damn it! You even dared to covet my woman, today I'll tear that fucking face of yours! Let's see if you dare again."
