After getting off the boat, Seventh Brother realized that although the pain from being beaten had gradually disappeared, his legs were weak, his chest hurt, and he felt like he was floating.
Just like an old man in his seventies or eighties, his whole body was inconvenient to move, and what was most unbearable was the pain that rippled through his whole body when he walked.
Seventh Brother pleaded pitifully, but Gu Jin did not express any opinion on this.
She calmly nodded her chin towards Gu Jiajie and the other two, her voice calm: "Do as you see fit, if you want revenge, go ahead."
Gu Jiajie, Liu Pingyuan, and Wu Zhiren stared at Seventh Brother as if wolves had seen a sheep, their eyes flickering with ferocity.
Three days ago, this man's ugly face was still deeply imprinted in their minds.
Especially when the other party abandoned them on the island with his brothers, telling them to wait for death, it was something they remembered vividly to this day.
