Wu Yuxuan's fists kept crashing into Xu Jianhong's face, each blow harder than the last.
The sickening sound of knuckles meeting flesh filled the room, and blood smeared across Xu Jianhong's once-pristine suit.
He barely had the strength to lift his arms in defense, his head lolling from side to side as he gasped for breath.
Chen Lin finally snapped out of her daze. Panic shot through her as she realized Wu Yuxuan wasn't stopping.
If this continued, he might kill him.
"Wu Yuxuan! Stop!" she called out, her voice sharp, urgent.
But he didn't hear her.
He was consumed by fury, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful.
Chen Lin rushed forward, grabbing his arm as it reeled back for another strike.
"That's enough! Stop it, Wu Yuxuan!" she pleaded, pulling at him with all her strength.
He didn't listen.
Another punch landed. Xu Jianhong's head snapped back, blood splattering against the floor.