Why should I let her go?

At this moment.

Lin Jingyu exuded an overwhelming aura.

The temperature plummeted, and a chilling atmosphere enveloped the courtyard, giving everyone a sense of dread.

Peng Qibo asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

"I'll give you face again today, since we've known each other before."

Lin Jingyu kept a straight face and gave a cold look to the 'pig-faced' man who had gotten up.

I casually asked, "The child pays for the mother's debts, do you have a problem with that?"

"No!"

"Take it!"

As soon as the words left her lips, Lin Jingyu immediately threw a punch, her palm cleaving through the air.

Peng Qibo's expression changed drastically.

He could tell that Lin Jingyu showed no mercy and attacked with such ferocity.

He was already injured, and even if he were at his peak, he absolutely could not have taken that punch.

boom!

Peng Qibo was forced to accept the challenge.

The moment his fists clashed, he was struck as if by a severe blow, and a mouthful of blood gushed out with a loud "whoosh".

He was thrown to the ground.

"Bo'er!"

"son!"

Peng Fengyuan and Fang Shuning were shocked and rushed over to help their son up from the ground.

"Dad, Mom, I'm fine!"

Peng Qibo struggled free from his parents' support, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth again, and looked at Lin Jingyu, whose face was as cold as ice, and said, "Go ahead and do it!"

"good!"

Lin Jingyu coldly uttered two words.

Almost simultaneously, another palm strike was delivered, striking the opponent's chest like lightning.

"ah!"

Peng Qibo couldn't control himself and let out a painful scream.

He spat out another mouthful of blood, flew out like a kite with a broken string, and then crashed heavily to the ground.

After taking another blow, he immediately fell into a state of serious injury.

"Bo'er!"

"son!"

Peng Fengyuan and his wife screamed again.

When they saw their son vomiting blood and falling unconscious, they wished they could faint too.

Peng Fengyuan's face showed fear, "Bo'er, Bo'er..."

"Son, how are you? Don't scare me."

Fang Shuning was so frightened that she burst into tears.

When she realized her son still hadn't woken up, she couldn't hold back any longer.

He instantly stood up, turned around and charged at Lin Jingyu, roaring, "Lin Jingyu, you damned brat, you dare hurt my son! I'll kill you... ah..."

Before she could even reach the person, Lin Jingyu had already kicked her away.

With a scream, she landed on the flowerbed just a short distance away like a piece of trash, unable to get up again.

The scene was dead silent.

Peng Fengyuan glanced at his unconscious son, then at his wife who had fallen onto the flowerbed, and finally lost his temper. "Enough, Lin Jingyu, don't go too far!"