Chapter 102: Is Your Leg Alright Now?
Shen Hanxing seized the opportunity and rolled on the ground, dodging the blockade of the steel pipes by her side. Then, with a somersault, she flipped the steel pipe from above and hit the crotch of the person behind her.
Caught off-guard, his vulnerable spot was attacked. His expression was extremely ugly. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were about to pop out from the pain. He cried out silently.
Thinking of the dangerous situation she had been in just now, Shen Hanxing’s eyes were filled with coldness. She struck a few more times, hitting the same spot. She showed no mercy as she struck the rod.
When Shen Hanxing had calmed down, there was only the mournful wail coming from Big Buddha Zhao.
"Don’t-don’t hit me anymore! I won’t run, don’t hit me anymore!"
Big Buddha Zhao had lived in luxury for so many years. He was no longer the small fry hooligan who dared to fight and risk his life.
The steel pipe that hit his body carried an astonishing force. It was like a continuous torrential rain that would never stop. The pain penetrated deep into his bones. Big Buddha Zhao rolled on the ground, but the muscles of the man who was attacking him tensed up. His face was cold, and there was not the slightest change in his dark and stern eyes.
Big Buddha Zhao knew that this man who had suddenly appeared really wanted to beat him to death. Big Buddha Zhao was deathly afraid now. With snot and tears in his eyes, Big Buddha Zhao wailed, "Mrs. Ji, Mrs. Ji, I was wrong. Please save me. Please make him stop. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die!"
Shen Hanxing looked at the violent man with a complicated gaze. A moment later, she quickly threw away the steel pipe in her hand and quickly walked over to the wheelchair that was thrown at the corner. She said, "Ji Yan."
She stepped forward and held his wrist. She felt the veins on his wrist bulging and the muscles tensing up. Her heart unbelievably softened. She said, "Don’t beat him anymore. If you continue to beat him, he will really die."
"He deserves to die," Ji Yan’s voice was extremely hoarse. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was as cold as ice. However, Shen Hanxing, who was holding his wrist, could feel that Ji Yan, who seemed to be ruthless and cruel, was trembling uncontrollably.