After more than a dozen boots, Monkey's face, which used to have a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, is now as swollen as a steamed bun, shiny and purple with red insides.
Qian Dagui was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling like a broken bellows.
The official boot in his hand, which was used as a murder weapon, had a layer of dense anti-slip texture on the sole, which was now filled with flesh and rags.
There were beads of sweat on the fat man's face, dripping down his fat chin and getting into his collar.
He swung aimlessly for a long time, his strength was exhausted, and he felt that his arms were so sore that he could not lift them up.
"Okay."
Fang Mo's voice was not loud, but it easily penetrated the heavy breathing in the room.
Qian Dagui obeyed the order and threw the rotten boot onto the Rosewood round table. The boot knocked over the Celadon Wine Pot on the corner of the table, and the clear wine flowed out, diluting the dark red layer of Blood Plasma on the sole of the boot.
He didn't mind being dirty, so he stepped on the messy Persian Carpet with one bare foot, stepped aside, and wiped the oil and sweat on his face with his cuffs, his eyes showing a sense of excitement and exhaustion after catharsis.
Fang Mo is still sitting firmly on the Grand Tutor Chair covered with White Tiger Skin, holding an unbroken White Jade Wine Cup between his fingertips.
The wine in the glass was clear, reflecting the dark night outside the window.
"Comfortable?"
He asked casually, his eyes not falling on Qian Dagui, but staring at the wriggling mass of rotten flesh on the ground.
Monkey has long lost the arrogant look he had at the door of Demon Suppression Division.
The entire face was so swollen that it lost the outline of Five Senses, and the eyes were squeezed into two slits. Purple-black congestion accumulated under the skin, giving off a heavy sheen of Death Qi.
He lay prone on the ground, and every breath he took was accompanied by the friction of broken bones in his chest, and inarticulate whimpers came from deep in his throat.
There was finally fear in those originally arrogant eyes.
He was really scared.
Although Fang Mo was ruthless in the past, at least he still abided by the rules and cared about the Demon Suppression Division brand.
It's not like I haven't seen ruthless people in the past, but those ruthless people will at least be wary of the golden sign of Demon Suppression Division, and will leave some leeway even if they take action.
But these few people in front of me are clearly bandits in official attire, and they have no idea what it means to stay on the safe side.
"Woo... Woo... Li...Da Yin..."
Monkey raised his head with difficulty, staring at Fang Mo with resentful eyes, still trying to move out of the mountain Li Mingyue.
"Your master?"
Fang Mo drank the wine in one gulp, and then the glass hit the table heavily.
"Then let your adults come in person."
Fang Mo stood up and walked to Han Niu who was pushed to the ground by Iron Bull.
Although Han Niu was restrained, his strong bones were not soft yet. He was holding his head high and staring at Fang Mo.
"Let him go." Fang Mo said.
Iron Bull let go and took a half step back. The sledgehammer in his hand was still hanging in the air, ready to smash the big man's head at any time.
Han Niu rubbed his wrist that was about to be crushed and looked at Fang Mo warily.
"Go back and tell your master."
Fang Mo pointed to the mud-like puddle Monkey on the ground.
"Since we are here to talk things over, we should have an attitude of asking for help. Is this Demon Suppression Division's rule when you send two dogs over to bark randomly?"
"What level are you talking to me like?"
Fang Mo leaned down, staring into Han Niu's eyes, and the Sha Qi that had just been raised in the White Tiger Hall was released without reservation.
"I am now Punishment Department Hundred Households. You are a little bastard. It is a capital crime to refuse to kneel before an official. How dare you speak nonsense here?"
"Go back and call someone. I'll wait here."
"If Li Mingyue doesn't come..."
Fang Mo grinned, showing a pair of white teeth.
"Then I'll peel off the skin of this Monkey and hang it on the flagpole of the Yihong Pavilion to attract guests."
Han Niu's face was ashen.
He took a deep look at Fang Mo, then looked at Monkey who was beaten into a state of disgrace. Finally, he gritted his teeth, turned around, knocked open the broken door, and strode away.
There were only one of us left in the house again.
Monkey was lying on the ground, looking at Han Niu's leaving figure. The fire of hope in his eyes had just been ignited, but was poured out by Fang Mo's next words.
"Old Yan."
"Here."
"Keep fighting."
Fang Mo sat back on the chair, put his feet up on the edge of the table, and looked at ease.
"Stop using boots, they're too hard."
He pointed at Iron Bull, who had been standing nearby and was not enjoying himself.
"Let him come. Give me a shot at the smoke. Just let him breathe."
Iron Bull As soon as he heard this, a chrysanthemum-like smile bloomed on his honest face.
He put the sledgehammer in his hand on the ground, rubbed his two big hands like cattail fans, and made a bone-crushing sound.
"Hehe."
Iron Bull walked in front of Monkey, and the shadow directly covered Monkey's entire body.
Monkey shook his head wildly and shrank back desperately, with a large water stain on his crotch.
"Master Fang! Grandpa! I was wrong! Don't fight! Don't..."
Bang!
Iron Bull punched Monkey in the stomach.
The screams suddenly stopped, leaving only the violent twitching of the body like shrimps and the sound of retching.
Then there was a burst of intensive fist-to-flesh sounds.
The sound was dull, like a hammer smashing flesh.
Fang Mo Listening to this sound, he closed his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
The tea has cooled down and can be refilled.
If you are a bad person, you need to be cured.
He is waiting.
Waiting for that iceberg that always feels like the overall situation is under control.
A cup of tea.
There was a very rhythmic sound of footsteps coming from the stairs.
The footsteps were very light, neither urgent nor slow, and there was not even a hint of anger.
But the masters present, whether it was Old Yan or Jie Se, all tensed up at that moment.
Coming.
Fang Mo opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved in a playful manner.
The dilapidated wooden door was gently pushed open.
She is dressed in moon white Flying Fish Robe, with a waist span of Spring Embroidered Saber, long hair tied high, and a face as cold as frost.
Li Mingyue stood at the door, like an unsheathed ice sword, instantly causing the temperature in the room to drop to freezing point.
Her gaze crossed Fang Mo and landed on Monkey in the corner, who had been beaten until he could no longer look human.
At this time, Monkey's head was swollen like a pig's head, and his limbs were weirdly twisted. Only his chest was still rising and falling slightly, which proved that he was still breathing.
Li Mingyue Those two beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.
"Fang Mo."
Her voice was still cold, and there was no hint of emotion or anger.
"When you beat a dog, you have to look at the owner."
Fang Mo did not stand up or reply, but just waved to Iron Bull.
"Didn't you hear Lord Li coming?"
Fang Mo pointed to the empty box next door.
"You don't have any eyesight? You are disturbing Lord Li's Yaxing here. Drag him to the next door and continue beating him."
Without saying a word, Iron Bull grabbed one of Monkey's legs like a dead dog and dragged him directly to the next door.
Monkey dragged a long trail of blood on the ground. When he passed by Li Mingyue's feet, the blood-stained hand wanted to grab Li Mingyue's boots, and screamed "Help!" in his throat.
Li Mingyue didn't move.
She looked at Fang Mo, a trace of anger flashed in her phoenix eyes, but more of it was a helpless compromise.