"Now thinking of running away, isn't it a bit too late?"
He had already suppressed Lian Yu with power, so how would Zhou Yingting let him escape?
Lian Yu quickly jumped onto a nearby wall, preparing to climb over and flee.
However, Zhou Yingting followed with a few leaps, then kicked Lian Yu off the wall. Before he hit the ground, Zhou Yingting was already on top of him, punching fiercely at his head.
The muffled sounds of fists hitting his body kept coming, and Lian Yu struggled desperately.
At the beginning, he could barely defend, but as Zhou Yingting's punches rained down, Lian Yu felt his arms growing numb.
A moment later, his fists felt like they were no longer his, and after they fell weakly to his sides, Zhou Yingting's punch landed under his head.
The next moment, Lian Yu didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy; his whole body fell to the ground, convulsed once, then lay still.
"Phew, finally dead."
