It was definitely too late to chase him, but fortunately Zhang Xiangdong had no weapons.
"Don't shoot, be careful not to hurt Xiaoguang by mistake."
Several people ran towards Zhang Shuguang at the same time. Zhang Xiangnan saw Li Lixin took out his pistol.
"You don't know your own limitations."
Zhang Shuguang turned halfway and delivered a beautiful side kick, hitting Zhang Xiangdong in the chest.
With a few crisp crackling sounds, Zhang Xiangdong flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
"Ugh~ Ugh~"
Zhang Xiangdong retched twice, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned red.
He opened his mouth wide and breathed hard, like a fish out of water.
"Xiao Guang, are you okay?"
"Grandson, did he hurt you anywhere?"
Hearing his father and second brother's words of concern for the little bastard, Zhang Xiangdong, who was already seriously injured, finally couldn't breathe and fainted on the spot.
"I'm fine, he didn't even touch me."
Zhang Shuguang said somewhat helplessly.
"Boss, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me! Someone, help! Zhang Shuguang has killed someone."
Bai Yanniang threw herself on Zhang Xiangdong and howled continuously.
"Grandson, is he okay?"
The old man was a little worried, not about the life or death of his rebellious son Zhang Xiangdong, but because he was afraid that his eldest grandson would be charged with murder.
"It's not a big deal, just a few broken ribs. It will be fine after some rest."
There is one thing Zhang Shuguang didn’t say. Although Zhang Xiangdong’s life is safe, his body will definitely not be able to recover completely.
Zhang Shuguang's kick injured his lungs, and coughing will accompany him for the rest of his life.
As for how long it will last, it has nothing to do with Zhang Shuguang.
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