Lu Tianxing didn't say a word, and Brother Long naturally did not dare to stop his actions. He brandished the baseball bat in his hand and continued to smash down. A few cracking sounds were heard, and Wu Yue curled up on the ground, convulsing all over, his shrill screams making everyone feel a chill down their spines, their backs already soaked with cold sweat.
Ruthless!
Truly ruthless. Even if Wu Yue isn't crippled this time, he'll probably be lying in the hospital for a few months.
Lu Tianxing's expression didn't change at all, nor did he show any mercy. Just breaking Wu Yue's limbs was already considered lenient. Otherwise, just for daring to attempt to assassinate him, he wouldn't hesitate to kill Wu Yue.
"Lu... Mr. Lu, the job is done... done. Can you spare me now?"
Having done all this, Brother Long threw the blood-stained baseball bat onto the ground, looking at Lu Tianxing with a fawning expression.
