Thinking of all the possibilities, Mu Xingfeng's fists landed on Xu Changqing one after another.
Mu Xingfeng was a professional guard, and he knew where to hit to cause the most pain without being fatal.
The only sounds were Xu Changqing's continuous wails of pain, until they finally ceased. Only then did Mu Xingfeng stop.
As for the one with a dagger in his leg, it was unclear whether he had fainted from fear or pain from Mu Xingfeng's brutality. In any case, with three people laying on the ground like dead pigs, Mu Xingfeng finally walked over to An Ran.
"Wife, have you vented your anger?"
An Ran nodded. Although her face was covered in blood and dirt, her eyes were shining brightly. "Yes, I have vented."
"Since you have vented, let's go to the Guard Team." Saying this, Mu Xingfeng lifted An Ran by her waist.
