Meng Lei spat out a large mouthful of blood and looked at the door in shock.
At this moment, the Second Master was looking at him with a cold face, as if his eyes wanted to eat him up.
"Fuck it! They say you can tell a child's future from the age of three and his character from the age of seven! I knew from a young age that you were no good! You're actually a weakling! When I was a kid, I should have strangled you to death!!!" the Second Master shouted angrily.
At this moment, the Second Master was like an angry Vajra, exuding a murderous aura.
What Erye hated most in his life was the Plaster People! If he had known that Meng Lei was a Plaster People, he might have torn him apart.
"You!! How did you know!!"
At this time, Meng Fei's face was unrecognizable, and blood was flowing down his nostrils like a faucet was turned on. It was obvious that his nose was broken.
He really couldn't believe that this little old man half buried in the ground in front of him could have such great strength.
"Stop talking bullshit! You little devil! Die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Erye's eyes instantly became fierce. He picked up his fist without hesitation and hit Meng Lei hard again.
Meng Lei was startled and feeling the powerful aura and strength of the Second Master, he quickly dodged to the side.
However, Erye was extremely fast, his fist was as fast as lightning, and Meng Lei had almost no time to react. His fist brushed past his cheek, bringing with it a whistling gust of wind.
Er Ye's fierce punch missed the target and hit the wall directly with a dull thud. The concrete wall was no match for Er Ye's fist and a deep hole was smashed out, with debris flying everywhere.
Meng Lei was stunned by this scene, and a wave of fear surged in his heart. He really couldn't imagine that the Second Master's strength was so terrifying.
Meng Lei secretly congratulated himself for dodging Erye's attack in time, but at the same time he also realized how powerful the enemy he was facing was.
The punch just now almost put him into shock. If he were hit a few more times, he would probably be completely finished.
Thinking of this, Meng Lei didn't dare to delay at all. He moved quickly, pulled out the long knife from his waist, shouted loudly, and then chopped at the Second Master fiercely.
However, Erye's reaction was beyond his imagination. He fixed his eyes, and his left hand moved quickly like a ghost, avoiding the attack of the long knife at an incredible angle and grabbing Meng Lei's wrist.
Meng Lei was shocked, but he did not give up and tried to break free from Erye's restraints.
However, the strength of the Second Master was far beyond his expectations. The hand grasped his wrist tightly like an iron clamp, making him unable to move at all. Then, the Second Master's five fingers suddenly exerted force, and a sharp pain instantly spread throughout Meng Lei's body.
Meng Lei's face was pale and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
“Crack!!”
At this moment, a crisp sound of fracture was heard, Meng Lei's wrist broke, and the long sword in his hand fell.
However, Erye had no intention of letting him go. He clenched his right fist and punched Meng Lei's face with his casserole-sized fist like raindrops.
At this moment he thought of his dead wife!
I thought of the tens of millions of Chinese compatriots who had passed away!
I thought of the tens of thousands of families separated from their wives and children!
At this moment, he did not hold back at all, and punched Meng Lei in the face one after another. Gradually, Meng Lei's face began to deform.
Blood splashed all over his face, and slid down along the wrinkles on his face. There was blood, sweat, and tears in it...
Every drop was like a release of the hatred and anger deep inside him.
After a long while, Erye finally came to his senses. He looked at the muddy corpse on the ground with complicated eyes and exhaled deeply, as if to spit out all the fear and tension that had been pent up in his heart for a long time.
He slowly reached out his hand to wipe the blood off his face, but he seemed to have forgotten that there was more blood on his hands than on his face.
At this moment, the Second Master looked like a demon from hell, emitting a creepy aura and was extremely terrifying.
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At this time, Aoi also knocked on the door of her second uncle and second aunt's room.
However, the door was not locked, but just ajar.
Aoi pushed the door open gently with a puzzled look on her face, but the scene that followed scared her so much that she almost fell to the ground.
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