Li Pei screamed in pain, pointed at Su Changfeng and shouted loudly: "Do you want to die?"
However, how could Su Changfeng care about his threat.
Snapped!
Again.
This time, the belt hit Li Pei straight on the face. A deep blood mark was immediately left on his face.
"Anyone who bullies my wife must pay the price."
At this time, Su Changfeng was like a demon, exuding a majestic and terrifying aura.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
...
Su Changfeng swung his belt and slapped Li Pei more than ten times in a row, until his skin was dry and his flesh was raw, and he knelt on the ground crying for his father and mother.
Then, Su Changfeng stepped on his right leg.
Then came his other limbs.
Click, click!
A series of crisp bone cracking sounds followed.
Li Pei's limbs were all trampled off by Su Changfeng!
"ah!!!"
Li Pei screamed and then fainted from the pain.
Su Changfeng looked at Curly Hair and the other person, and said calmly: "Why are you still standing there? Call an ambulance."
Only then did Curly Mao dare to move. He quickly took out his cell phone and dialed 120.
He looked at Su Changfeng, mustered up his courage, and said cautiously: "Can you tell us, who are you?"
"You don't have to tell me, but with the energy of the Li family in Hangzhou, I don't have to worry about not being able to find you. It will only take a lot of effort."
Su Changfeng said calmly: "Go and tell the Li family, just say, my name is Su Changfeng. I broke Li Pei's limbs, because he deserved it."
After saying that, he ignored Curly Hair and walked quickly towards Song Qingge.
At this time, Song Qingge's face was still slightly swollen.
Su Changfeng looked at her, feeling unspeakably distressed.
"Does it still hurt?" he said gently.
Song Qingge lowered her head and did not look at him. Although she wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry loudly, she still held back.
"It doesn't hurt." She said expressionlessly.
Her misunderstanding of Su Changfeng has not been resolved, so at this time, she does not accept his concern at all.
Su Changfeng looked at her swollen ankles again.
"Can you walk?"
Song Qingge gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."
After saying that, she bravely prepared to stand up. However, as soon as she stood up, she gasped in pain and fell to the ground.
Su Changfeng sighed helplessly.
He knew Song Qingge. She looked weak, but she was actually very strong inside.
He raised his right hand and held Song Qingge's white, red and swollen ankle.
"...What are you doing?" Song Qingge instinctively wanted to dodge, but did not break away from Su Changfeng's warm palm.
"do not move."
There was majesty in Su Changfeng's words.
Then, a thick stream of true energy slowly flowed into Song Qingge's ankle along his palm.
Song Qingge only felt that the ankle that had been so painful just now felt extremely comfortable, and his whole body became light and airy.
