Although Liu Yang had brought over thirty of his own henchmen, those followers simply stood there staring at Ye Feng, not daring to move, foolishly rooted in place while Liu Yang was ruthlessly whipped by Ye Feng.
"No... no... don't... hit anymore..." Liu Yang watched Ye Feng in horror, his speech already slurred and blood bubbling continuously from his mouth, his appearance utterly wretched, looking ridiculously pitiful.
Liu Yang was unrecognizable, his facial features blurred beyond clarity; Zhang Hang, Fang Yuan, and Zhou Biao all found it somewhat unbearable to watch.
Although they had been severely bullied by Liu Yang just a moment ago, the current state of Liu Yang compared to them was not just a little bit pitiable but rather distressingly so.
"Smack!" However, Ye Feng didn't give Liu Yang any chance at all, slapping him heavily on the face again.
