Chapter 40 The Thirty-Second Reverse Counterattack of an Army_1
"Stop! Cough, cough, stop it, damn you! You little bitch, do you not want your father to live?"
Bu Shi Ren’s face was swollen from Lin Yong’s beating, his teeth whistling with the wind, yet he still filled his mouth with filth and did not forget to threaten.
"His mouth is still so filthy. Brother Lin, don’t be polite with him, I think he’s rather enjoying the shouting!"
Mo Yan watched Bu Shi Ren with detachment, ignoring the banging on the door and the yelling from outside. From the moment Lin Yong had started to hit him, they had already offended the man. Since there was no room for easing the situation, they might as well give this scum a good beating to vent their anger.
Sure enough, Lin Yong struck even harder, aiming for vulnerable parts like the face and stomach. Bu Shi Ren howled in pain; it looked like he was about to be beaten to death. Bu Shi Ren finally became docile and began to plead for mercy.
"Ow, Grandmother, Lord Lin, stop hitting me, please stop! I beg you to spare me, please spare me!"
Mo Yan snorted coldly, turned around, and opened the door. The few workers who were ramming the door used too much force and fell into the room like dominoes, groaning as they lay on the ground. The ten or so workers behind them rushed in as soon as they saw Bu Shi Ren’s miserable state, ready to lay into them.
Seeing that his men had barged in, Bu Shi Ren’s eyes lit up and he became arrogant again, "Hurry up and capture these two pieces of trash for me!"
But he had forgotten that he was still under Lin Yong’s foot. Before the others could advance, Lin Yong grabbed Bu Shi Ren, twisted his arms behind his back, pulled out a dagger from his body, and pressed it against his neck, the blade tightly against his skin. A slight pressure would be enough to slit his throat.
"I’d like to see if you are faster or if my hand is!"