Long Yifa was pinned to the ground beneath my foot, his face twisted in pain.
Even after hearing me, he still looked defiant.
"Y-you, don't get cocky. If you, you mess with me, Long Yifa, you, you'll definitely die. Your whole family will die too..."
I was Jiang Ning, the Corpse Collector of Fish Mouth. How could I let him threaten me?
I grabbed a plastic stool beside me and smashed it over his head.
With a sharp smack, the plastic stool shattered into pieces. His head split open on the spot, blood streaming down his face, with shards of plastic embedded in the flesh of his forehead.
"Ah..."
Long Yifa was in immense pain, but with my foot pinning him down, he could not move at all.
Li Ru, Zhu Dayou, Gao Zheng, and Li Feihu, who were standing nearby, were all frozen in terror.
Long Yifa's foolish son had long since hidden in a corner, clutching his head and sobbing.
Li Ru and the others had not expected me to be so ruthless. One blow from a stool had drawn blood from Long Yifa.
"Are you going to talk or not?"
I continued threatening him.
Yet Long Yifa really was stubborn. Even with blood all over his head, he still lowered his voice and said,
"Talk my ass. You've offended me, Long—"
Before he could finish, I picked up the shattered stool and slammed it repeatedly into his head.
Long Yifa screamed miserably as I beat him.
At that moment, Li Ru and the others were all horrified to the core.
Seeing how viciously I was beating him, Li Ru and Zhu Dayou feared I would kill him and hurried over.
"Jiang Ning, don't, don't hit him anymore. Keep going and he'll die."
"Doctor Jiang, don't kill him.