Gu De won with a single punch, flying out.
"You're sneaking around," Guo Desheng said, embracing him like a shrimp with both arms.
"If you ambushed, you might have thought highly of yourself, too. Do you have the ability to fight back, just like I want to fight back, just like I want to fight back with you?" Saying that, Chen Shuo approached Guo Desheng again and punched his face.
"Taking medicine was worth it. That fist was hard enough. I'm really upset." Gu De Wen's nose bled with a punch, but his mouth was not idle.
"My mouth stinks. It looks like I'll have to help you."
When the elder in the Zhongshan suit arrived, Chen Shuo and Yuan Fei had already left. They saw Guo Desheng with a bruised nose, a swollen face, lying on the ground screaming, his mouth twitching.
That's too cruel. Beating Guo Desheng into a swollen pig head, what kind of grudge is this!
