"You don't have to thank me. It's just a piece of cake. I hit him a little lightly just now. With my temper, if someone hadn't stopped me, even his own father wouldn't be able to recognize him. What's wrong? Do you feel angry? If that's the case, I'll go back and beat him up and help you vent your anger."
"No, no, it's enough now." The girl quickly stopped Benedict. She said with some worry, "I work for someone else. If I beat him too hard, I'm afraid that the boss won't be able to do business here."
"It's okay. I'll take care of it," Benedict patted his chest and reassured her.
After waiting for a while, Stanley's savior finally came. When he saw that the person he called had finally arrived, Stanley pounced on him as if he had seen his own father. He cried, "Jack, Jack, someone hit me. Look at my face, it's swollen and I don't look like a human anymore..."