Li Dahai couldn't contain his anger and kept hitting harder and harder.
Frightened, the people around him hurried to pull Li Dahai away.
"At your age, getting so worked up is really not worth it."
After much persuasion, they finally pulled Li Dahai away.
Wang Dalai's wounds from last time had not yet fully healed, and now they were all torn open again.
In pain, he was grimacing and gritting his teeth.
A few young men helped Wang Dalai to his feet.
The election was tomorrow, and there were still many miscellaneous tasks to be handled by Wang Dalai.
Li Ming came over and patted Wang Dalai on the shoulder, "Dalai, don't take it to heart, my dad's been in a really bad mood lately."
"That A'niu has been giving him such a hard time lately, he's barely been able to catch his breath, so don't take it to heart."
"Tell me what position you want, and I'll go fight for it for you."
Wang Dalai was helped to a sofa.
His previous wounds began to bleed again.