It didn't matter whether Nangong Feiyu had understood or not, at least for now he couldn't grasp it. Zhou Haotian approached Nangong Feiyu and greeted him with a punch.
In the moments that followed, Nangong Feiyu's face and body were pummeled like a torrential rain of fists.
Actually, Zhou Haotian harbored resentment toward Nangong Feiyu, who had previously been extremely arrogant. Zhou Haotian had long harbored this resentment, and now, to make a pledge, he had thrown caution to the wind, not holding back in the slightest since Nangong Feiyu was the one suffering the consequences.
Poor Nangong Feiyu had come hoping to achieve merits and earn promotions and wealth, but what awaited him was not promotions or wealth, but repeated misfortunes, and this was just the beginning.
Wang Ting couldn't stand it anymore either, itching to join in, as she also harbored resentment. Thus, she too joined Zhou Haotian in the brutal beating of Nangong Feiyu.
