However, after just a few punches, the man began pleading repeatedly: "I can't take it, I'm dying, stop hitting..."
Fan Xinglan sneered: "I haven't even started yet, and you're already crying out. Wait till later, you'll have reason to scream!"
"For bullying my little sister-in-law!"
As Ji Ruofeng finished his words, he continued with another punch.
That punch directly knocked the guy against the sink, leaving him unable to even crawl.
At first, Fan Xinglan thought he was faking it, but then the man turned his head.
His face had turned green and purple, and fear was the only thing left in his eyes: "Please, stop hitting me, I really can't take it anymore..."
Fan Xinglan, having been through a lot, had fought plenty during high school. Just by looking at his face, he knew that hitting further might actually lead to serious injury or worse.
He suddenly felt puzzled.
Did he even hit him that hard?
