Shortly after, the private room was drenched in blood. Several men had been beaten, their heads split open and bleeding, their legs shattered, and their hands crushed into a gory, indistinguishable pulp.
Zhao Dong slowly rose to his feet, radiating a murderous aura. His piercing gaze landed on Chen Quan, who was already scared stiff. "I told you," Zhao Dong's voice was cold. "If I saw you again, you would die."
Chen Quan wanted to beg for mercy, but intense fear had robbed him of his voice. Zhao Dong strode over to him.
CRACK!
His foot stomped down. Chen Quan's already broken legs were instantly crushed into paste.
A bloodcurdling scream shot toward the ceiling, but Zhao Dong had no intention of stopping. He pinned Chen Quan down and methodically, thoroughly, crushed his legs. During the process, Chen Quan fainted several times from the excruciating pain, but each time Zhao Dong revived him with a jolt of Spiritual Energy.
