"Ah! Boss, I was wrong, please don't hit me anymore!"
"Boss, don't hit the face! Ah! My nose!!!"
"Boss, have mercy, please treat me like a fart and let me go!"
Soon, the pitiful cries for mercy echoed from the mouths of the three thugs, as pain drove them to roll back and forth like lobsters on the ground.
The Black Dragon Saint and his people were relentless, punching and kicking with fierce blows landing on the three thugs.
Didn't you see Zhang Xiaohao still slapping the leading thug's face?
Since Zhang Xiaohao hadn't stopped, why would they?
Each punch was measured, targeting the vital spots, striking wherever it hurt the most.
Ten minutes later.
Only then did Zhang Xiaohao stop.
Looking at the lead thug, Huang Mao, his face had swollen up like a pig's head, his face puffed up, and a trickle of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao stop, the Black Dragon Saint and his team also halted.
