Meng Guan was a police officer, and now, a punch from him wasn't something that a frail, scholastic merchant like Bai Zhengyuan could withstand.
The sound of his fist, small as a clay pot, hitting flesh and the ensuing terrifying crack, made listeners shudder, accompanied by a pained groan.
Several younger family members were taken aback and, unable to stop him in time, they could only watch helplessly as Meng Guan lunged at Bai Zhengyuan, throwing punches that landed forcefully on his face.
The others finally reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to pull them apart.
But Meng Guan was too strong, and they could only hear Bai Zhengyuan's screams of agony, unable to separate the two of them.
"Enough."
The voice of Meng Yue came unexpectedly calm.
Only then did Meng Guan gnash his teeth and snort coldly, staring at him before finally grabbing his collar and, with each word seeming to come from between clenched teeth, he demanded, "Where is my dear niece?"
