"Mr. Zhang, I know I was wrong, please give me another chance!" Wu Shengli pleaded with a hint of hope.
Bam!
Zhang Xiaohao kicked out with his right foot, sending him flying.
Wu Shengli's body flew back over ten meters, crashing into several people before finally coming to a harsh stop on the ground.
"I'll ask you one last time, tell me, who exactly sent you!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
Wu Shengli endured the searing pain and crawled up from the ground, like a dead dog, crawling once again to Zhang Xiaohao's feet.
"Mr. Zhang, if I tell you, will you let me off like a fart?" Wu Shengli asked hopefully.
Bam!
The answer was another kick from Zhang Xiaohao, accompanied by a gust of wind, brutally slamming into his chest, sending him flying once more.
"You two, take good care of him!" Zhang Xiaohao ordered.
"Yes, Mr. Zhang!" Li Xiaolu and Qu Shenyue responded.
They drew out rubber batons, exuding malice, and walked toward him.
