A sprawling market filled with neighbors and locals. Ordinarily, it should be bustling at this hour.
But now, it's quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
It's not that the locals don't want to talk, but the situation in the market is too unsettling.
By now, Brother Zai seemed to find slapping not enough, and pushed Butcher Niu to the ground, pressing his neck while his two hands pounded down like a whirlwind.
The stance was as terrifying as facing a UFC opponent.
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Bam...
The sound of punches landing with intervals was the only sound echoing in the market.
In the end, Brother Zai was drenched in sweat, cursing with spittle flying, "You damn Butcher Niu!"
"Wuwuwu..."
Butcher Niu's face was swollen like a bun, covered with blood and tear stains, and he whimpered, looking miserable.
The pain on his face was something he had never experienced in his life, perhaps the same as staying in hell.
