Helian Beilin's jaw was furiously hit.

But he stood still, standing there without frowning.

"Your Excellency!" Han Qing shouted anxiously and worriedly.

"Shut up."

Bo Jiu frowned and shouldn't have slapped him in the face. What if he used his injured face to win his sister's sympathy?

The next moment, Helian Beilin was punched again in the chest.

He remained motionless, but his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Bo Jiu has been practicing Sanda and fighting, as well as martial arts since he was a child. In addition, after his family was destroyed, he took Bo Fei to wander on the streets, so he fought with gangsters a lot.

Every time he fights, he often fights dozens or even hundreds of them alone.

He has experienced many battles and his fists are as hard as iron.

He was very surprised to see Helian Beilin being fistsed by him and not even moving his feet.

A president who rarely has time to exercise is so hard?

But so what!

Today, he must have angered his sister.

The third fist fell on Helian Beilin's belly.

This time, Bo Jiu was completely red from his eyes and used up several times more strength than the highest limit.

This time, I got what I wanted.

Helian Beilin finally staggered back, but soon, he stood firm. A heavy voice overflowed from his throat, "Come again."

Bo Jiu sneered, "Okay, I'll give you my help."

Han Qing was so anxious that he couldn't do it, "Stop beating, Bo Jiu, how dare you treat my lord like this?"

"Shut up." Another unquestionable order.

"Your Excellency, I... I really can't stand it anymore!" Han Qing turned his face away, as if every blow from Bo Jiu fell on his heart, and he felt so distressed.

Bo Jiu's eyes were completely red, and the whites of his eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshots. Every time his fist was ruthless than the last time.

He seemed to be unaware of his fatigue, and all the anger and hatred in his heart were vented on his fists and legs.

I don’t know how long it has passed, and Helian Beilin, who has been shorter, can’t hold on after all.

He had already started to stagger and was unstable.

But he did not ask to stop, but instead went up to meet Bo Jiu's fist every time he swung over.

In this way, the injuries he suffered became even worse.

Helian Beilin closed his eyes, but could not feel much pain in his body.

Maybe he was numb.

Maybe, it hurts a lot and you won’t feel it.

He opened his deep eyes, looked at the person in front of him, and smiled faintly, "Bo Jiu, are you just that little ability?"

Bo Jiu sneered, "Since you like being beaten so much, I will certainly spare no effort to satisfy you!"

"Your Excellency!" Han Qing widened his eyes and wanted to go over and stop him, but it was still too late.

Bo Jiu kicked the man with great strength and kicked him out.

Helian Beilin's body rotated two 180 degrees, and his back hit the swing column hard.

The next second, he rolled to the ground.

"Your Excellency!" Han Qing ran over and immediately wanted to support him.

Helian Beilin supported his body with one hand, half lying on the ground, without looking at him, and just said, "Go down."

"Your Excellency, if I go down, if I don't stop you, you will be beaten to death by this bastard Bo Jiu!"

"I'm fine, you go down."

After saying that, the man felt a sense of fishy sweetness in his throat. He couldn't control it for a while, and his mouth was full of blood and vomited out.

Han Qing was shocked, "Your Excellency, you...you vomited blood, no, go upstairs and I'll check your health!"
Chapter completed!