Even Chu Feng was helpless against injuries like that!
Shen Cong still was not satisfied yet. He said through gritted teeth, "Call the ambulance and resuscitate him. Beat him up once every week, just like what you did today."
The people at the scene who heard that began to tremble. They knew that Jiang Fengguang's future was as good as over.
However, Yun Muqing, Yang Gang, and Cheng Meixin did not feel any pity toward that poor man. Instead, they thought he had gotten what he deserved.
It was as cathartic as watching a villain in a movie get what they deserved at the end. Someone as despicable as Jiang Fengguang did not deserve anything better.
After giving his commands, Shen Cong took a deep breath and fell on his knees once again in front of Chu Feng. "Mr. Chu, are you satisfied with the outcome? I know it's all my fault, and I don't expect you to forgive me. It's all thanks to you that I could have achieved so much, and I will accept any punishment that you deem appropriate."
His attitude was as lowly and servile as possible.
Chu Feng towered over him and shot a glance. "Is that so?"
He pointed at Zhao Lan and Shen Hao kneeling outside the room and said, "If that's the case, I want you to kill them."
Shen Cong trembled. A second later, he gritted his teeth and said, "It shall be done!"
He decisively pulled out a dagger. Looking at the solemn and determined expression on his face, no one doubted that he would actually do the deed as soon as Chu Feng gave the command.
The people at the scene were shocked speechless. Zhao Lan and her son shrieked in fear and begged for mercy.
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