"Ow, ow, ow... stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!
Big brother, I really know I was wrong! Please, have mercy and don't hit me anymore!
I admit complete defeat! I promise to behave and obey every word. Please be the bigger man, overlook this petty man's faults, and let me off!
Owww..."
Once again, Yang Fanyuan lay sprawled miserably on the cold, hard ground, pleading with his opponent in a low, humble voice. He looked as servile and pitiful as could be, a completely different person from the arrogant, overbearing figure he had been before.
Meanwhile, Ying Ming Hao stood there in imposing splendor, one foot planted firmly on Yang Fanzhou and the other pressing down just as securely on Yang Fanyuan, as though he had the entire world beneath his feet.
At the same time, his two powerful hands remained free to rain blows like a raging storm onto the backs of these so-called "Crouching Dragon and Young Phoenix's" heads. Their howls could have set ghosts weeping, and their misery was unbearable to behold. Unable to fight back at all, they could only endure his wanton trampling and abuse.
"Owww~ Brother Ying, those outrageous things they said just now had absolutely nothing to do with me!
These fellows were making things up and spitting blood to slander me!
My devotion to you, Brother Ying, is higher than the mountains and deeper than the seas! How could I dare harbor even the slightest crooked thought?
This whole mess was caused by that rotten scoundrel Yang Fanyuan, who deserves a thousand cuts! If you need to vent your anger, take it all out on him. Please don't take it out on me!
Owww... aaah, aaah, aaah..."
Seeing the situation turn sour, Yang Fanzhou immediately trimmed his sails to the wind