"Dad, if I hit him, it's inconvenient for my legs and feet. If I do, I'll do it myself!" Jiang Tianying and Yueyue were eager to try. He couldn't use his strength and could not turn the wheelchair, so he could only stretch his neck to see.

Jiang Fang's breathing began to become rapid. He used to be an old cannon. Fighting in the alleys is common, but he has not taken action for many years, especially now that he is going to waste people, and he is still a little nervous.

But it's not a vegetarian.

He looked at Baishan with no trace without leaving any trace.

Seeing that the latter nodded slightly, he stopped touching the ink.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Stop holding on. Don't blame me for looking down on you if you scream too badly!"

While speaking, he raised the hammer and became irritable. He pointed it at Shang Yang's knee and smashed it hard.

"Shang Yang..."

"Shang Yang..."

Li Long and Ding Xiaonian stood up at the same time, looking at the fast falling hammer, and spoke in horror.

Shang Yang also stared at the hammer, and saw that he had raised it above his head and had fallen, and he had already hit him on his legs...

And it cannot be stopped.

"Swish..."

He suddenly pushed hard to the side and kicked Jiang Fang's ankle.

"Bang..."
Chapter completed!