Anyone who's been dealt with by He Lei knows the power of his fists. Just looking at his arm as thick as a bowl is enough to make those getting hit swallow hard. Fortunately for Liu Fugui at this moment; if it were an ordinary person being pummeled so ferociously and with such violent rage by He Lei, they might not be dead, but they'd probably be clinging to life by a thread.
To say the least, Liu Fugui is certainly gutsy. Even though he was knocked down and unable to get up by He Lei, he didn't make a sound, and the more he endured, the more it ignited He Lei's beastly nature.
At this moment, Liu Fugui was protecting his head with his hands, his body curled up, while his bloodshot eyes were peering through the gaps in his arms, staring fiercely at Yang Buwei, who was holding a gun on his son. He was waiting for a chance, a chance to rescue his son.
