With every shout, Hu Dacheng threw a punch.
The boy was built like a young bull. Though not yet a man, his strength was not to be underestimated; even Hu Liang couldn't beat him in an arm wrestle.
Faced with Hu Dacheng's flurry of kicks and punches, the vagrant made no attempt to fight back. He simply covered his head with his hands, his tall frame curled up in the corner, neither dodging nor crying out.
Hu Dacheng hated this man with a passion!
He had been on edge ever since Dabao went missing, and now all his pent-up emotions erupted, channeled through brute force and unleashed upon the vagrant.
Hu Liang stood to the side, making no move to stop him.
In his eyes, kidnappers were despicable creatures who deserved to be beaten to death.
The sickening thud of each blow landing sounded painful even to a listener.
Ji Huan watched for a moment before noticing something and turning her gaze to Dabao.
