After Chen Shi left, Zhou Qianying, Wang Ping, and the others stepped forward. That iron-tower-like strong man searched through medicinal herbs, fed them to Ma Zongzhou, and then fetched sacred flesh-knitting medicine. Stripping off Ma Zongzhou's clothes, he applied the sacred medicine all over Ma Zongzhou's body.
Several girls hurriedly turned around, not daring to look.
Ma Zongzhou had three ribs broken by Chen Shi, who then kicked his lower body and lower abdomen dozens of times and thrashed him with a stick I don't know how many times. His entire body was beaten to a purplish-black. If Chen Shi had not lacked murderous intent and held back his strength, Ma Zongzhou probably would have given up the ghost the moment he took Chen Shi's first punch.
Seeing this situation, the crowd was shocked and terrified, looking at each other in dismay, not daring to speak.
They were filled with anxious unease. After all, they had been chatting and laughing freely with Chen Shi just moments before, treating him like an injured little brother and showing him great care, all while hoping to use this connection with Chen Shi to draw their lineages closer to Chen Tang.
Yet now, Chen Shi had laid heavily brutal hands on Young Master Ma Zongzhou of the Ma family, nearly beating the young master to death. They could not help worrying whether Young Master Ma would vent his anger on them after waking up.
At this moment, dust billowed in the distance as another troop made their way along the post road with considerable momentum. It was precisely the contingent from the Meizhou Ma Family.
Zhou Qianying and the others stood in place, watching in stunned uncertainty.
The Ma family was, after all, an ancient and incomparable noble family with numerous disciples. Seven of