"AHHH!"
Sims lay curled up on the ground, letting out a bloodcurdling scream.
"Stop… I give… I give… I was wrong, Brother Qi… Stop hitting me!"
When Sims saw Hu Qi about to step forward again, he quickly stopped screaming and started begging for mercy.
A dark red shoe print was stamped on his face, a picture of utter humiliation.
But he couldn't afford to worry about that. He was terrified that if he was too slow to speak, the other guy would just kick him again.
He was truly scared.
The man's strength was immense. Taking just one hit felt like being slammed by an electric scooter going fifty or sixty kilometers per hour.
His whole body felt like it was about to fall apart. He was genuinely afraid that if he didn't speak up faster, the man would beat him to death right here and now.
This scene left the other three onlookers completely stunned.
