Watching Lin Tian's figure speed away, Xu Beishan clutched his stomach with both hands, his body bent like a boiled shrimp as he endured the sharp pain in his gut. In the end, he let out a long breath of relief.
Lin Tian had promised to spare Xu Nanhai's life; that result was already the best he could hope for.
Xu Beishan really hadn't expected that after being overbearing his whole life, he would, in middle age, run into an even more overbearing young man. Going head‑to‑head ended with him like this now, curled up on the ground like a shrimp.
After a short while, Xu Beishan heard Xu Nanhai's miserable screams. Maybe because his jawbone was dislocated, the screams weren't very loud, but they were enough to make one's heart tremble.
Thinking about it, Xu Nanhai's current state definitely wouldn't be any better than Mei Ruyan's—barely breathing, hanging on by a thread.
Whoo, whoo, whoo…
