Pfft... pfft pfft...
With a command,
the strong men on both sides started to move.
Multiple punches landed on Chen Fang's abdomen.
The intense pain spread from his abdomen, making it impossible for Chen Fang to stand upright.
In an instant, his entire back was soaked with sweat, his body convulsing.
Even so,
Chen Fang still managed to hold himself up.
He gritted his teeth, smiled, and said to Hou Yuanhui, "Your men must not have had lunch, right?"
This provocation was intolerable.
"Hit! Keep hitting! As long as he doesn't die, hit him as you like!"
Hou Yuanhui roared.
One of the strong men raised a foot and kicked Chen Fang in the abdomen again.
He was sent flying, crashing into the wall behind him, and slid to the ground.
Then, a torrent of punches and kicks rained down on him like a storm. Chen Fang covered his head with his hands, protecting it, but nearly every other part of his body was "taken care of."
The beating lasted for a good three to five minutes.
