Thud, thud, thud…
The sound of fists hitting flesh crazily resonated.
Watching the scene unfold, Zhang Xiaohao smirked, thinking contemptuously.
What a big idiot!
Soon, the security guard who had run in to fetch the baton, came huffing and puffing, hands clutching a baby-arm-thick iron rod.
'Brother Dia, I've brought the iron rod!' the security guard said.
'Damn! This pretty boy, he has such incredible endurance? We've been greeting him fiercely and he can still bear it silently until now, not uttering a sound! Just for endurance, I admit defeat! But thinking he can beat my big brother with just that, it's not enough!' Qu Shenyue intentionally said this.
'Brother Dia, this pretty boy's skin is just too thick; his face is all bruised and swollen, yet he remains silent! If this continues, we'll lose,'
'Exactly, Brother Dia! Think of something quick!'
The surrounding security guards exclaimed anxiously.
