Leng Yuan's movements were fast and decisive. In a flash, Old Nine was on the ground, his jaw dislocated.
Old Nine stared, his eyes wide with terror.
'He was wrong.'
'This man is a psycho. The way he hits people hurts way too much.'
'He shouldn't have messed with someone he couldn't afford to provoke.'
At that moment, Old Nine thought he saw his great-grandmother.
'His great-grandma was coming to take him away.'
He wanted to beg for mercy, but his mouth couldn't make a sound.
Then, Leng Yuan's fists landed brutally on Old Nine.
A single punch made Old Nine's entire face flush red. His eyes were bloodshot, and his features contorted violently.
Leng Yuan didn't stop. His fists fell like a downpour.
Old Nine was beaten until he started crying.
He hadn't cried once since becoming a boss. This was the first time he'd cried as an adult.
'He missed his great-grandma.'
'He missed her so much.'
