"You little bastard, do you give up? I'm asking you, do you give up?"
Ying Ming Hao's face twisted viciously as he kept shouting. His hands were just as busy, swinging with all his strength to slap the back of his opponent's head.
Every slap rang out sharply, as though he meant to vent every last bit of his anger and resentment.
Battered senseless, Yang Fanyuan had no way to withstand this storm of blows. All he could do was groan in pain:
"Ow, ow! Brother Ying, stop hitting me! Stop! I give up, I give up! Let me go already~"
He knew he had no strength to fight back. If he kept trying to tough it out, he would probably suffer even worse injuries and lose every scrap of dignity he had!
After all, a wise man didn't swallow a loss staring him right in the face!
Yet Ying Ming Hao seemed to have no intention of stopping there.
When he heard Yang Fanyuan begging for mercy, he didn't stop. Instead, he only grew more vicious:
"What? You still dare refuse to give up?
So you won't drink the toast, but insist on drinking the punishment instead? You're asking for a beating!"
With that, another barrage of heavy slaps rained down on Yang Fanyuan's head.
Those slaps struck like sledgehammers, leaving Yang Fanyuan's world spinning until he nearly lost consciousness.
He simply couldn't understand why Ying Ming Hao was being so unreasonable. He had already admitted defeat, so why was he still being tortured like this?
Was there really no fairness left in this world?
"Ow... Aaargh... Brother Ying, big brother, boss, sir... I've admitted defeat!
Please have mercy and stop! I really, truly give up!"
Yang Fanyuan let out a series of shrill, miserable screams, as though