Look at Brother Yang's skills, this speed, this posture, how can the word "handsome" be enough?
"Ranran, could Brother Yang actually beat someone to death like this?"
Xiao Xiao couldn't bear to watch anymore and said worriedly.
The fat guy was still lying half-dead on the ground, and the guy with the gold-rimmed glasses also seemed too weak to make a sound.
If this really ends up with someone dying, Lin Junyang would go to jail for sure.
An Ran showed no such worry, "It's nothing, don't worry, they won't die."
She had long observed that Lin Junyang's method of beating people was just like Mu Xingfeng's, targeting the painful spots without being fatal.
After hitting him for a full five minutes, Lin Junyang finally tossed the gold-rimmed glasses guy aside, pointing at the two people behind the table, "Tuzi, should we beat these two as well?"
An Ran: "..."
Haha, Brother, are you getting addicted to this?
