"Boom!"
"Boom boom..."
"Pfft..."
Although Qiu San was fast, he was still a step too slow. Tang Yurou and her companions had already dashed forward, catching up to him in the blink of an eye, resembling tigers entering a flock of sheep. In just a moment, the group of burly men was all laid out on the ground, wailing and howling.
"Thump!"
"Smack!"
"Smack smack..."
"Lady, I'm sorry, I am guilty, I deserve to die, I have eyes but fail to recognize Taishan, please have mercy and let me go like a fart..."
Qiu San was punched by Tang Yurou, causing him to spit blood instantly as his rib cracked, suffering serious injuries. Knowing he couldn't escape, he knelt down with a thud, his face ashen. While slapping himself across the face from left to right, he pleaded pitifully.
This was actually because Tang Yurou wanted to keep a live prisoner for questioning.
