"Slap slap slap!" The three crisp slaps added more injuries to Brother Zhao's face. This was not enough. Shen Hanxing directly raised her foot and kicked him two to three meters away. He only stopped flying after he hit the table. The table was shaken by Brother Zhao's body, and the things on the table fell to the ground.
Brother Zhao lay on an assortment of items. His whole body was in so much pain that it was about to fall apart, and he screamed endlessly. When Wang Wentao walked to the door and saw this scene, his whole body trembled. He instinctively turned around and wanted to run. This woman was too terrifying!
"Where are you going?" Shen Hanxing's eyes were burning with anger. She quickly walked forward, grabbed Wang Wentao by the back of his collar, and twisted his wrist. She said in an icy voice, "Do you think you can run?"
