As he spoke, he was almost screaming, "Miss Ye, please spare me, I..."
Before he could finish his howl, a fist swung straight into his face.
"Ah--"
Never having experienced such treatment, Zhao Zhe immediately let out a piercing scream.
He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with a loose tooth.
Zhao Zhe's head buzzed, and the world spun around him.
If not for someone holding him, he would have fallen to the ground.
Before he could catch his breath, a barrage of punches and kicks promptly followed.
Zhao Zhe curled up to avoid drawing attention with his screams, and one of the men in black stuffed his tie into his mouth.
Whimpers of pain rose and fell, vanishing in the cold wind.
"Stop."
Ye Jiuliang watched the person who was at death's door, his eyes filled with cold indifference, "Take the contract and have Mr. Zhao sign it."
"Yes."
After being beaten, Zhao Zhe struggled to breathe.
