"Ah! Yes, yes, yes!" Bian Junhua and his group let out a cry of alarm.
Seeing Guan Tianyang lying like a dead dog beneath Zhang Xiaohao's foot, they suddenly lost all fear in their hearts.
"Die, you little beast!"
They roared ferociously, fists and feet hammering down brutally on Guan Binfei's body.
If before they had held back, only using half their strength, now, seeing Guan Tianyang trampled on the ground, they exerted themselves with all their might as if their lives depended on it.
Their fists and feet stormed down like a fierce tempest, stomping mercilessly on Guan Binfei's coerced face.
Every place that could be stomped on was marked with footprints the size of a palm.
"Ah..." Guan Binfei, like a dead dog, erupted with a series of pig-slaughtering screams.
Upon seeing this.
Zhang Xiaohao retracted his gaze with satisfaction and said, "Old Dog, does your face hurt? Watching your precious son getting beat up like a punching bag must feel terrible, huh?"
