Zhang Hong was kicked so hard he threw up last night's food.
He was suffering terribly inside.
First, Luo Yan had knocked him bloody, and now his master had kicked him until he clutched his stomach and retched.
He couldn't understand why Chen Yingguang had kicked him.
Had he said something wrong?
Chen Yingguang walked over, grabbed Zhang Hong by the hair, and yanked him upward.
"You're trying to get me killed!"
"You bastard!"
"Didn't you even ask how my adoptive father's short-lived son died?"
"That unlucky bastard Chen Guanglie was killed because he went and provoked the Mech Master from Guangling!"
"I heard he was stabbed more than twenty times before he died. Do you want me to get stabbed a few times too?"
"After Chen Guanglie died, the Chen family didn't even dare fart. They hurried to Guangling to apologize."
"And he was their own blood relative."
"If I died, do you think my adoptive father would do anything for me?"
"Even if the Chen family were willing to do something for me, what good would it do after I was dead?"
"Can't you use your brain? Do you really think your young master can throw his weight around in the base?"
"All you do is cause trouble for me, and now you want to drag me into it. Tell me, don't you deserve to die!"
After saying that, Chen Yingguang punched and kicked Zhang Hong.
But he was not strong to begin with, and he was addicted to women. Though he was young, he could only throw a few punches and kicks before he was already panting for breath.
Zhang Hong was beaten until his face was swollen and bruised.
He nearly passed out.
Fortunately, Chen Yingguang had not truly intended to kill him. Otherwise, Zhang Hong