Beat Them to Death, Master Will Hold On

"My son!" Squire Hu looked at Hu San's limp right hand with heartache.

The Hu family had only one son and was still counting on him to bring honor to their ancestors! If his hand was broken, how could he take the imperial examination in the future? How could he become an official?

Squire Hu held his chest and felt like his heart was about to be torn apart. He panted twice and roared, "Bitch, I'll tear you into pieces! Take Ah Hu and leave with the others."

"Yes, Master!" Hu Wei got up from the ground and went to call for help.

When Squire Hu's wife saw her son covered in injuries, she was so anxious that she shouted repeatedly, "Damn bitch! My son! Hurry up and arrange a ride. Send Young Master to Green Mountain and find the best medical center! Someone else will follow him and go to the county office to make a report about Young Master being beaten up. Let our son-in-law send someone to arrest him."