Countless fists fell madly on Lu Heyan's body.
Lu Hechen went berserk.
Shen Weilan regained her composure from the initial panic; she quickly found clothes to put on and shouted at Lu Hechen.
"Brother Hechen, stop."
If he kept going, someone could really die.
Weilan saw Lu Heyan get beaten to the ground, not moving at all.
But Lu Hechen was still kicking him.
Weilan was truly worried; it wasn't worth it for Lu Heyan.
She rushed forward and shouted again, "Brother Hechen!"
Lu Hechen regained some sense, turned his head to look at Weilan, and was stunned when he saw the red slap mark on her face. He asked, "Weilan, does it hurt?"
Weilan shook her head.
Lu Hechen gritted his teeth and once again lifted his foot to kick Lu Heyan.
"Don't hit him anymore." Weilan stepped forward, hugging Lu Hechen's arm. She said, "Killing him is useless. He has no basic sanity or sense of right and wrong left."
