Drinking and chatting merrily (1)

In the villa, other than the sounds of a few burly men punching and kicking he Dong, as well as he Dong's agonized cries, no one else dared to even breathe loudly.

Yang Jianren leaned back on the sofa with a sullen face until he Dong's screams gradually died down. He then said indifferently,""That's enough,"

The Men in Black immediately stopped and walked behind yang Jianren. They crossed their arms and scanned the other people in the living room with a murderous look.

The few people who had accompanied yang Jianren to the West River Moon Club with he Dong couldn't help but shiver. They looked down at the floor under their feet, their hearts filled with apprehension.

At this moment, he Dong was curled up on the floor with a face full of blood, occasionally letting out weak moans. His entire person was like a dead dog, and his face was bruised and swollen, mixed with blood, looking rather miserable.