He didn't wear gloves, hitting the sandbag directly with his fist. Soon, the back of his hand was a bloody mess. The sandbag was also stained with blood.
The nearby butler's face changed drastically: "Young Master... you're hurt... please stop hitting..."
Nangong Yaoling acted as if he couldn't hear, continuing to punch the sandbag fiercely, blood dripping onto the floor, shocking to see. The air was thick with the scent of blood.
The butler couldn't bear to watch any longer. He rushed forward, hugging the sandbag. The whole person swayed and nearly spun around with the sandbag.
"Ah... ah... stop hitting, Young Master..."
Nangong Yaoling raised his fist into the air: "Get out!"
"No... Young Master, hit me instead! Your hand is bleeding heavily, please stop torturing yourself..."
Nangong Yaoling's face was dreadfully dark. He suddenly swung his fist at the butler, who screamed in surprise, but the fist did not land.
