BANG!
Before anyone present could react, Si Yuhuan smashed his fist hard into Si Junyan's face.
He howled in pain.
"Si Yuhuan, you dare to hit me!"
Blood gushed from his nose. Wincing, he clutched it and roared at his bodyguards, who had just snapped to attention, "Are you all made of wood? Get him already!"
Remembering how Si Yuhuan had beaten him again and again, like he was nothing, fury burned within him. He had brought these men today specifically to give Si Yuhuan a taste of his own medicine. He was intent on vengeance; today, he would beat Si Yuhuan up, no matter what. Even if Sister Meng pleaded for Si Yuhuan, he wouldn't stop until Si Yuhuan was on the ground searching for his teeth, kneeling and begging for mercy. Only then could he vent the hatred in his heart.
The bodyguards cracked their knuckles, their eyes fierce as they stared at Si Yuhuan, looking as if they were about to pounce and flay him alive.
