C691 Twelve Round Table Warriors(2)

In one breath, Wu Tie punched Suun Ming seven or eight times consecutively. Suun Ming had already passed out. His face was no longer recognizable, and his eye sockets were sunken. His entire face was uneven, and blood was flowing.

"Lee Chui, stop hitting me!" Yang Cai'er, who had followed closely behind, was bent over with her hands on the doorframe, her face pale.

A few minutes later