Wei Qirui lied on the ground for a while before he finally got up.
Just as he staggered to his feet, another punch came.
This time, the punch hit him in the stomach.
Wei Qirui let out a silent scream.
However, before he could recover, another punch hit the other side of his face.
As a result, he fell to the ground once again.
Pain.
He felt pain in his head, face, and stomach.
"Master Sheng… No… No more…" Wei Qirui vocalized with great difficulty. He begged Zhai Yunsheng to stop.
"Oh? That was only a few punches? Is it too much for you to handle already? However, just now, you planned to stab knives into my heart."
"Master… Master Sheng, what are you even saying? There must be some kind of misunderstanding," Wei Qirui desperately attempted to explain.
Zhai Yunsheng stepped onto Wei Qirui's stomach before he said: "I will give you a chance to reconstruct your words."
