Yue Xiaofei's fists fell on Gao Zisheng like a storm, one punch after another.
He used no fancy techniques, just the most primitive, direct punches and kicks.
Every punch carried all the anger and humiliation he had bottled up over this time!
Every kick was his final judgment on this scum!
At first, Gao Zisheng screamed and struggled.
"Stop hitting me... I was wrong... Please, spare me..."
Then his voice grew weaker, until all that remained were unconscious groans.
At last, he fell completely silent. He lay on the floor like a heap of mud, taking Yue Xiaofei's punches and kicks without the slightest resistance.
Yue Xiaofei had no idea how long he kept hitting him.
He stopped only when his fists began to go numb and the knot of anger in his chest had finally been released.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Yue Xiaofei stood there, gasping for breath.
Gao Zisheng was unrecognizable, his body covered in blood.
His face was black and blue, swollen like a pig's head. He was out cold, with barely a breath left in him.
Thud, thud, thud!
Yue Xiaofei slowly rose and walked to the sink in the corner. He turned on the tap and carefully washed the blood from his hands.
He looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were cold, with a trace of menace still in them. He let out a long breath.
His revenge was complete!
A moment later, he straightened his clothes and pulled open the heavy iron door.
Creak—
Sunlight streamed through the doorway, bright enough to sting his eyes.
Chen Mo stood guard outside, as immovable as a statue.
Whoosh...
The cold sea breeze struck his face, carrying away the smell of blood on him and the last shadow in his heart.
Yue Xiaofei took a deep