Ping Qing kicked hard, and the man let out a beast-like howl. His fists and feet rained down on the man, but in the end, Meng Fan stopped him.
"Enough!" Meng Fan grabbed Ping Qing; the man on the ground had already fainted, and he bent down to check his breathing.
Breathing weakly, another blow and his life would be over.
"Thank you." Ping Qing lowered his head and sincerely thanked him.
"Don't be a stranger." He nodded towards him, beckoning Meng Xingzhi's assistant Liu Yong from nearby, "Hand this man over to you. Let him serve a life sentence." He originally wanted to say it was no trouble, but worried Ping Qing might overthink it, so he changed his words. If it were Living Yama, there wouldn't be any overthinking.
Liu Yong displayed a crying expression, "Meng Fan, does he still have a life to serve?"
"Oh!" Meng Fan softly murmured, "Then send him to the Gu Family, hand him over to Gu Yuehong."
