Xu Chunliang grabbed the middle-aged man's collar and punched him squarely in both eyes.
The middle-aged man thought to himself, how can this guy be so ruthless? You already slapped me hard once, I've even given up resisting, and you're still hitting me? Why do young people nowadays not adhere to any rules? But he knew very well that talking about rules now was useless; no one was paying attention to him.
The middle-aged man could definitely endure hardship; after taking two punches and looking like a panda, he still managed to smile: "Brother… it's a mistake… a mistake…"
Xu Chunliang didn't care if he made a mistake or not and punched the middle-aged man in the soft spot again. The middle-aged man bent over like an old shrimp, feeling like his stomach was churning, almost ready to throw up, he wailed: "Brothers…"
