No one knew how long the chaotic, violent farce went on.
"Enough," Yue Xiaofei said calmly.
Only then did the three men kneeling on the floor stop, as though they had been granted a reprieve.
Every one of them was bruised and swollen beyond recognition, their faces like beaten-up pigs'.
Xu Zhenxiong's eye sockets were black and blue, and the corner of his mouth was torn.
One of Cao Kun's eyes had swollen almost shut, and his nose was bent to one side.
Xu Yaoyang had it worst. Cao Kun had already knocked out several of his teeth, and now his whole face was battered. Blood and tears mingled beneath his nose. He looked utterly miserable.
The three men slumped on their knees, gasping for air. They did not even have the strength to lift their heads.
Their eyes were full of resentment and hatred when they looked at one another, but more than anything, they held a fear of Yue Xiaofei that went down to the bone.
Yue Xiaofei did not spare them another glance, as though he had merely dealt with three irritating flies.
He turned to Su Wanning, who stood behind him, clutching his clothes and trembling with fright.
"Scared?"
Only when she heard his voice did Su Wanning slowly open her eyes. Tears still clung to her long lashes.
She looked at the bloody scene before her and nodded, still shaken. Her face remained pale.
Seeing her like a frightened little rabbit, Yue Xiaofei sighed inwardly.
"Are you satisfied now?"
"Do you want to go over and hit them a few times yourself?" Yue Xiaofei asked softly. "Get it out of your system?"
"Huh? N-no!"
Su Wanning waved her hands in alarm, shaking her head furiously.
Hit someone herself?
Those three men, already beaten to a