Soon, a teenager with some bruises all over his body was brought over by Wei Zhe.
Despite the injuries on his body, there was a stubbornness and persistence in his bones.
He seemed to have a certain backbone.
"Kneel down!"
At this moment, He Yunsheng glanced at the teenager and commanded directly.
But the teenager stood still, clenching his fists, with anger on his face, and resolutely said, "I won't kneel!"
"Damn it, when my big brother tells you to kneel, you f*cking kneel."
At the same second, as soon as Wei Zhe's words fell, he suddenly lunged forward, his recycled fist swinging directly towards the teenager's face, with a ruthless punch.
"Ah!"
The teenager cried out in pain, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth; his frail body could not withstand such a violent punch.
"Will you kneel or not?" Wei Zhe's eyes turned fierce, asking again.
"No... I won't kneel!" The teenager bit down on his teeth, still very determined.
