C557 There is a kind of separation

The students in front of him were all punching and kicking the sky. Zhang Quandan cried as he slapped the sides of his face until it became swollen.

Song Zhe was not much better off. Blood was flowing out of his nose and his mouth was shouting while his hands continuously slapped his face.

"Aiyo, eldest nephew, you've hit me so hard that I'm feeling good!"

His second uncle slapped him again