"Big, big cousin, please spare me, I won't dare anymore, I really won't..."
Zhan Bei struggled hard, but he couldn't break free from Zhan Qipei's grip, so he could only beg for mercy repeatedly.
Zhan Qipei seemed not to hear his words, gripping his collar tightly with one hand, almost lifting him off the ground entirely, while the other hand formed a fist, landing several heavy punches on his face.
"Ah—"
For a moment, Zhan Bei's screams echoed, his beaten cheeks swelling high, and blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
"Serves you right! Well done!" Zhan Nanjing crossed her arms, snorting coldly, "Dare to make a move on Qiao Jing, this is your end!"
Zhan Qipei swung his long arm, forcefully throwing Zhan Bei away.
"Bang—"
Zhan Bei accurately fell onto Zhan Nan, both of them groaning in pain again.
Before the two could get up, Zhan Qipei stepped over, stomping them both under his foot.
