By the end, Lai Wenyan couldn't even afford to curse.
In his early fifties, his physical condition couldn't compare to that of younger men; even though Lai Wenyan was in good health, he couldn't withstand being beaten to the brink of death.
Soon, the pain had spread to all his limbs.
The other party didn't hit his head, obviously not intending to take his life.
Through the burlap sack, Lai Wenyan could vaguely see a man standing before him with a black hood on. The man threw the cigarette butt on the ground, raised the steel pipe in his hand, and the ferocious blow was about to come crashing down.
"Who the hell sent you, what benefit did they promise you!"
Lai Wenyan shouted aloud.
"...How did you know where I live?"
"What is your scheme!"
"Do you have any idea who I am!"
No matter what Lai Wenyan said, the steel pipe still smashed against his leg.
