A hand gripped Huo Jun's collar, preventing him from collapsing, but there was no part of his face left untouched, nor his body spared.
Mo Tingshen had plenty of ways to torment a person.
But to avoid further trouble later on, Mo Tingshen had shown some mercy.
It was slightly better than breaking arms and legs.
He turned his head to look at Chu Yao, panting heavily, and asked, "Have you let out all your anger?"
Huo Jun's face was covered in blood, especially thick and dark coming from his nose, creating an unsightly view.
"Enough," Chu Yao said.
Mo Tingshen then stopped, fastening back a cufflink that had accidentally come undone.
Nan Jiaojiao stood aside, having watched the whole scene, casually tossed the fruit knife she held, which landed right at Huo Jun's crotch, its tip less than 0.1 millimeters away from his privates, effectively nailing him to the ground.
