"Damn you, Sun Zhe, you son of a bitch!"
"You really don't know how to pull your punches!"
"Ouch... I'm fucking dying..."
In the forest of towering ancient trees, Ye Fei, his face covered in blood, sat under a tree, moaning in pain while cursing relentlessly.
Although Sun Zhe had spared him earlier, he hadn't escaped a vicious beating. Sun Zhe's attack had been brutal. First, a heavy slap had knocked out two of his front teeth, followed by a punch that shattered his nose. No one else had received such a savage beating; only he got this special treatment. He couldn't help but suspect that Sun Zhe had mixed in some personal resentment.
On the other side of the clearing, Yang Xue sat on the ground with her head lowered, a clear shoeprint still visible on her face. Thinking of her comrades who had been beaten to death, she was grief-stricken, as if she had lost her own parents. Originally a group of fifteen, now only seven remained.
