Pain! As the nerve endings spread throughout his body, Zhang Teng realized that the man in front of him was a lunatic. He clenched his fists, enduring the beating. He didn't see the need to fight back, but he also thought retaliating wasn't wise at the moment. So he summoned all his patience to endure the violence, while his eyes remained fixed on the old man watching on the side, serving as a silent audience to the violence before him. He'd settle this score with him one day.
"Damn it!"
Another punch landed on Zhang Teng. His face was now a mess, smeared with his own blood.
"The whole of Yanjing has their damn eyes on you, yet you dare to come back." The lunatic taunted him with his rural accent, delivering a few more punches to Zhang Teng.
