"Phew, phew~! Damn it, that old bastard can really take a beating~! My hands are sore from hitting him, and he can still breathe?"
After Kesha and the others landed, everyone except Youji found their breathing growing heavier!
This old man, driven by fate to come to the rescue, had been punched and kicked alive by the seven women—Kesha and the others—for several hours!
Liang Bing stood with her hands on her hips, her already full and shapely chest heaving violently without pause!
Because she had hit him the hardest just now—even her own fists had turned bright red from the blows!
Pfft~, pfft~!
"Spare~, spare me~! Please~, please let me go, will you? I~, I'm willing to give all the treasures on me to you~!"
The old man's mouth was crooked and his eyes swollen from the beating, his face smeared with blood and his body covered in wounds. The instant he weakly opened his mouth to beg for mercy, the furious Liang Bing kicked him again!
"Fuck~! Old bastard, are you senile? If we kill you, all that stuff will still be ours!"
"You almost made me forget, woman—hand it over!"
The old man, already half-dead from the beating, had his storage ring forcibly snatched away by Liang Bing before she gave him another kick, making him spit out another huge mouthful of blood!
The old man's dantian was now cracked, half the meridians throughout his body had been severed, and with both internal and external injuries, less than one percent of his strength remained!
He had completely become fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of others!
"Sister You, why didn't you make a move just now?" He Xi asked, rubbing her limp wrists as she turned toward Youji beside her.
"Yeah! Auntie You, why didn't