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Chapter 1031 - 1034 The Truth About Mother’s Illness 7

Raindrops pitter-pattered against their faces, and everyone could discern that the gentleman was in a foul mood, like a lion in a rage, accustomed to venting through the most violent means. Yet his fists were as fierce and ruthless as steel, landing on flesh with the muffled sound of bones being crushed.

Fifteen against one, they dared neither to half-heartedly fight back nor to truly strike the gentleman with severity.

If they showed any laxness in their punches and kicks, they wouldn’t allow the gentleman to truly vent his anger; and if they did strike the gentleman with full force, they might as well wish for death!

Time and time again they were thrown by the gentleman onto the muddy ground, and time and time again they got back up, continuing to serve as human punching bags.

Chenxing clutched the umbrella handle tightly with both hands, her lips pressed firmly together, her eyebrows knitted into a frown, daring not to look, yet unable to tear her gaze away, in constant fear that he would be struck by someone else’s fist. Thankfully, she realized that it was mostly him beating others, and the fifteen bodyguards were the ones deserving of sympathy.

What on earth was going on?

Even at this distance, she could feel Shaocheng was like a cauldron of repressed fury, anger that he couldn’t vent, so he had to express it this way.

But who had provoked him?

Thinking it over, she was positive she hadn’t provoked him; in the morning, when they watched the rain together under the eaves, he was in a very good mood. How could it have turned into this by evening?

She was so worried she didn’t know what to do.

She so wanted to rush over and hold him, but Fei’s words made sense, too; he needed to vent. If she didn’t let him vent thoroughly, the pent-up rage would only accumulate within his body, harming him.

Chenxing bit her tongue harder, racking her brains for a solution but finding none.

Ultimately, all the bodyguards lay on the ground, unable to get up, exhausted, Gu Shaocheng looked at the scattered bodyguards on the ground and roared lowly, "Get up!"

But nobody could get up, all lying in the mud in various poses, groaning.

Chenxing stepped forward to rush in, but Fei still stopped her.

As expected, over there Gu Shaocheng roared impatiently, "Bring on the next group!"

He had no intention of stopping; as one group fell, another would step up. The bodyguards on the ground, each clutching their injuries, crawled and rolled away, and another group of combat-ready bodyguards was called in.

The sky, growing darker!

The thunder, growing louder!

The rain, growing denser!

The punches, growing heavier!

...

Finally, Chenxing was so anxious she stamped her feet.

As one group of bodyguards was replaced by another, she could no longer bear to watch. Ignoring Fei’s obstruction, she left her umbrella behind and dashed directly into the rain curtain, shouting as she walked, "Stop it! Shaocheng, stop it!"

Nobody paid attention to her. Chenxing closed her eyes and desperately plunged into their midst, spreading her arms to embrace him: "Stop it, stop it, Shaocheng, what’s wrong? Tell me, can we not do this?"

Watching like this was so painful for her, so very painful...

Gu Shaocheng bellowed, "Get out of the way!"

"No, no, enough, Shaocheng, that’s enough!"

She hadn’t stood in the rain for even a minute and her clothes were already soaked through, but he had been fighting in the rain for half an hour, "Shaocheng, what on earth happened? Don’t do this, it scares me so much..."

"Whatever it is, tell me, please don’t torture yourself like this, stop, really, it’s enough..."