"Slap—"
No sooner had she finished speaking than a dark shadow suddenly came crashing down in front of her, and in an instant, after a scream, she collapsed to the ground, clutching her forehead.
It was that gun. The man had used the butt of that gun to smash her face viciously!
Yang Xueshan felt so much pain that everything went dark before her eyes. When she touched her face, she felt warm liquid already bubbling out. She paused for a moment, and then, like a person having a nervous breakdown, she laughed hysterically, "What's the matter? Don't have the guts to kill me? Only dare to hit? Go on, kill me!"
Thud!!
Another vicious kick followed; this time, the man kicked her even harder, sending her crashing into the corner of the wall.
Yang Xueshan finally stopped talking. She curled up tightly like a shrimp, and blood slowly trickled from her mouth, making her look like a discarded dog.