Can this taphor get any more disgusting? Only Zirong could co up with sothing that could literally kill a man with sheer disgust.
Mu Hanyan rolled her eyes and decided she would never discuss any issues with Zirong again.
Of course, they were just mildly disgusted, but Zhao Sinin was almost on the verge of vomiting blood.
How vile! The elite of Zhengying Academy, reduced to being compared to underwear and toilet paper, sothing worth killing over but not humiliating! Uncle Zhao decided that even if it killed him, he could not endure this degradation by such scum.
"Young master, what should we do next?" Huayue, unable to stand Zirong any longer and fearing he might say sothing even more disgusting, quickly asked.
"We’ll do whatever they want to do," Mu Hanyan answered coldly.
She was no saint who repaid evil with kindness. That wasn’t saintly, that was idiotic. Repay kindness with kindness, revenge with revenge, that was Mu Hanyan’s creed.
Zirong and Huayue’s eyes lit up, and they simultaneously rushed towards Zhao Sinin. Mu Cheng, excited, followed closely behind, while Che Xiang hesitated for a mont before joining in.
"Ow..." Sowhat faintly, Mu Hanyan seed to hear a wolf-like howl coming from Mu Nan’s mouth.
Hmm... She had never noticed this guy was so keen on beating people up before. Had she been mistaken? Apparently, Lady Mu had forgotten that before eting her, Zirong and Huayue were actually civilized, well-behaved angels who never bullied anyone. After eting Mu Hanyan, bullying had beco their smooth flowing form of entertainnt. Big Playboy Mu was corrupting the good kids, and it seed more and more would beco corrupt and get worse.
Monts later, a rain of fists and heavy kicks fell on Zhao Sinin, producing dull thuds reminiscent of punching a sandbag.
Yes, just like a sandbag! These guys were ruthless and venomous in their attacks, targeting the most vulnerable spots that would inflict maximum pain but were least likely to kill. It wasn’t that they were sympathetic, but they worried about running out of opportunities to beat him if he died too quickly.
But this thod of beating, was this even treating soone like a human? Even if seen as a sandbag, wasn’t this too cruel?
"It’s too vicious. Are you even treating him like a human? How can you be so brutal?" It was infuriating when Zirong, while drawing back the foot he had just kicked toward Zhao Sinin’s lower half, even added, with a tone of rcy for the world, that he was just expressing sentints.
Hearing these shaless words, Mu Hanyan really wished she could retract the foot currently kicking towards Zhao Sinin’s face and aim it at Zirong’s face instead.
"What should we do with this skank?" Mu Nan, face flushed as if injected with adrenaline, excitedly asked Mu Hanyan.
His capabilities were still lacking, and in the furious onslaught from Huayue and Zirong, he found little opportunity to join in, so he set his sights on Fourth Miss Zhao.
"What do you think would have happened to us if we fell into her hands?" Mu Hanyan pondered aloud.
"I see," Mu Nan’s head shot up like a rooster’s, and he charged at Fourth Miss Zhao. His boot landed accurately on Fourth Miss Zhao’s face, followed by another series of muffled thuds.
Really? I just wanted you to wake her up and give her a harsh humiliation, and you say you understand? Understand my ass! Mu Hanyan’s mouth twitched fiercely, and her gaze towards Mu Nan shifted.
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