He hadn’t even ward the seat yet when suddenly there was a loud crash, and the door was pushed open.
Qin Shaonan entered, and at a glance saw Qin Shaoling, striding towards him with a cold aura.
Qin Shaoling, "You... what do you want to do?"
Qin Shaonan approached him without speaking, grabbed him by the collar, lifted him, and slamd him against the wall. In the next second, his iron-hard fist fiercely smashed into his face.
Qin Shaoling hadn’t recovered his senses yet when a punch landed on his face, feeling as if his bones were about to shatter, he inhaled sharply from the pain, "Qin Shaonan, what do you want?"
Qin Shaonan remained silent, dropping an elbow from above, landing heavily and brutally on Qin Shaoling’s chest.
Qin Shaoling grunted, feeling as though his ribs were splitting into countless cracks.
The old man and old lady were sitting beside them, and only after watching for a while did they snap back to reality, hastily speaking up, "What are you doing, second son?"
The old lady, "Second son, let him go, we shouldn’t be so rough as people..."
Before she even finished her sentence, they saw Qin Shaonan’s firm knee land heavily at Qin Shaoling’s crotch.
In an instant, Qin Shaoling’s face twisted with agony, curling up as he slid down.
The old lady hurried forward, pulling on Qin Shaonan, "Why can’t you talk things out properly, do you have to resort to violence?!"
Qin Shaonan gripped the old lady’s wrist, pulling her aside, his eyes cold as he looked at Qin Shaoling, "Are you going to speak, or should I beat you to death?"
Qin Shaoling, "..."
He sat on the ground, grimacing in pain.
Isn’t it already like this? What’s the difference from being beaten to death?
Seeing him remain silent, Qin Shaonan lifted Qin Shaoling, slamming him heavily against the wall, "Won’t cry until you see the coffin?"
Qin Shaoling gritted his teeth, "Are you fucking crazy? What did I do to provoke you?"
Qin Shaonan, "Lu Bo saw you coming out of the hotel."
The voice was cold, devoid of any warmth, as if it had been brought out from a freezing vault dozens of degrees below zero, and Qin Shaoling felt like all his organs were about to freeze.
"Then you just hold on, keep hitting until you speak."
He tightened his grip on Qin Shaoling’s collar, lifted him into the air, and again a heavy punch ca down on Qin Shaoling’s face.
The old man, watching from the side, felt dizzy, "Second son, is there anything you can’t discuss properly, why resort to such brute force?"
He stepped forward, grabbed Qin Shaonan’s arm, attempting to pull him away, but Qin Shaonan suddenly exerted force, pushing him back a great distance, and the Presbyopic Glasses fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Qin Shaoling looked up at Qin Shaonan, never having seen him this tense about a woman!
Interesting!
"Are you hitting Grandpa as well?"
Qin Shaonan turned to look at the old man.
The old man stared at Qin Shaonan, furious, "Are you going to fight with too?"
Qin Shaonan’s gaze was cold as frost, "This is between him and , you’d better not interfere."
The old man, "..."
He felt threatened!
Qin Shaonan suddenly released his grip, throwing Qin Shaoling heavily to the ground, coldly pressing his lips, his voice carrying a chilling threat, "Still not planning to speak?"
Qin Shaoling, "What do you want to say? You’re insane! For no reason—"
He was abruptly cut off mid-sentence by a rough punch.
The old man and old lady could not hold Qin Shaonan back, their attempts to dissuade him were ineffective, and they stood to the side, consud by anger, especially the old man who had lost his glasses.
Qin Shaonan pressed Qin Shaoling and suddenly punched him in the bridge of his nose, instantly causing blood to gush out.
Qin Shaoling wiped his nosebleed with one hand, feeling as though the middle of his nasal bridge was about to break!
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