"Ah——!"
Everyone's expression changed suddenly.
The sound of kneecaps hitting the ground was spine-chilling.
Rong Zhi leisurely let go, pulled over the chair behind him, and sat down, letting Ying Hengyu kneel there.
Ying Hengyu's sharp face was extremely gloomy, the pain twisted his features even more, and humiliation made him endure the pain in his kneecaps, gritting his teeth as he crawled up from the ground and with all his strength, charged with a punch.
Still quite stubborn.
Rong Zhi, with a cold and distant look, kicked the table in front of him before Ying Hengyu could get close, hitting his injured leg directly.
"Damn! You bastard piece of—"
Ying Hengyu fell to his knees again, his head hit the table with a dull thud, and he couldn't stop cursing, with a voice both piercing and miserable.
Rong Zhi leisurely lifted his leg, pressing directly on Ying Hengyu's neck, sitting comfortably in the chair, with his hands casually crossed in front of him.
