Chapter 1124 Does It Hurt?

The voice just fell, 'Bang! ’, Mu Beiting punched Han Che unceremoniously in the face.

Han Che staggered from the beating, with blood dripping from the corner of his lips, as if he didn't expect him to strike suddenly.

The next moment, Mu Beiting tightly grabbed his lapel and pinned him to the ground. His fists hit him like a rainstorm.

Han Che is obviously not a vegetarian either, he took a punch unprepared earlier, but his blood suddenly surged up.

A ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he wiped the corner of his mouth fiercely.

He raised his hand and punched Mu Beiting in the face.

Mu Beiting didn't dodge, and punched him with his backhand. Han Che, unwilling to be defeated, became ruthless, and the two men in suits and leather shoes scuffled like this.

Nothing to do with the rules, and no skills.

Mu Beiting just used the most primitive and purest method, as if he was venting something, and greeted Han Che fiercely one after another.

He didn't dodge Han Che's tricks, and took a few punches abruptly.

Mu Beiting stared at the man below him, and greeted him with punches in the face. He was aggressive, and all the depression and forbearance of the past few days broke out at this time, like a violent beast.

Mu Beiting's eyes were red, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

The thought that he might have touched Su Xiangwan made his breath unsteady.

After all, Han Che was not his opponent. No matter how Mu Beiting didn't follow the rules, his training since he was a child made many things subtly osmosis in his bones, making his moves ruthless.

At the end of the fight, Han Che simply didn't move.

Lying on the ground panting heavily, his face was covered with blood, but his eyes looked at Mu Beiting mockingly.

Mu Beiting's eyes overflowed with murderous intent, and he raised his fist again.

Su Xiangwan watched in horror, never expecting that the two would suddenly fight.

The house smelled of blood, and dark red sticky blood fell on the floor, and it was hard to tell whose it was.

Seeing that Mu Beiting was about to strike again, Su Xiangwan's heart tightened, and he hurried forward and hugged him tightly from behind: "Stop beating, stop beating."

Mu Beiting panted heavily, and tightened his raised fists little by little.

"Stop beating, if you beat him again, he will die..." Su Xiangwan choked up, holding him tightly, fearing that he would really kill someone.

Han Che, however, didn't seem to think the matter was serious, and pulled the corners of his blood-stained lips: "Hit, I'm dead and there's a child in Wanwan's womb, who can avenge me when he grows up."

"Shut up!" Su Xiangwan looked at Han Che and said angrily, his voice was a bit shrill.

He was so blatantly provocative, let alone Mu Beiting, even she couldn't hear it, let alone Mu Beiting!

Mu Beiting stared at Han Che intently, the murderous intent in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.

Han Che looked at him with a half-smile.

Su Xiangwan hugged him tightly, shed a string of tears, choked up and said, "Don't do this, I'm afraid..."

Mu Beiting slowly regained his sanity, and his stiff body gradually relaxed.

He lowered his eyes slowly, hiding the killing intent in his eyes.

A few seconds later, he withdrew his fist and stood up without looking at Han Che again.

He turned around and hugged Su Xiangwan in his arms, preventing her from seeing Han Che lying on the floor covered in blood.

"Are you in pain? Are you injured?" Su Xiangwan said softly, her eyes full of concern.

He touched her little head, but found that his hands were still stained with blood, so he withdrew his hands again: "No."

Han Che was lying on the floor, just looking at the incandescent lights on the roof, his eyes were a little distracted, neither sad nor happy, too calm.