Novel Full Chapter 3320: Fight Violence with Violence
Chapter 3320: Fight Violence with Violence
Ma Lanlan nodded firmly.
Ning Shu locked the door with a key to keep the kids from coming out midway.
She went to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, rolled it up, and pried open Ma Yongjun’s mouth.
Ugh, disgusting.
She stuffed the towel in his mouth to make sure he wouldn’t scream later.
Ning Shu’s favorite thing to do was fight violence with violence.
People never truly understood pain until it happened to them.
Let him have a taste of it.
Ning Shu wouldn’t leave any marks on her body. Beating someone black and blue was amateurish.
She moved her neck and flexed her fingers to warm up, producing cracking sounds.
He liked pain play, huh?
Ning Shu straddled Ma Yongjun, grabbed his arm, and bent his elbow into an unnatural arc. A sharp crack sounded.
“Mm…!” Ma Yongjun woke up from the pain, his head tilting back, veins bulging on his face, his complexion purplish-red—utterly agonized.
Ning Shu leisurely let go of his arm, which now hung limply.
Before Ma Yongjun could catch a breath, she grabbed his other arm—another crack echoed.
“Mm…!” His mouth was stuffed, rendering him unable to scream or speak. He wanted to curse, wanted to beg, but no words could come out.
Sweat poured down Ma Yongjun like rain, drenching his clothes, carrying a foul odor.
Ning Shu released his arm, then calmly picked up a nearby cloth and wiped the sweat off her palms.
She turned around and grabbed both of his legs. Before she even started, his whole body was trembling, and in the end, he actually pissed himself.
Pissed himself?!
Ha. Ha…
Trash.
When it came to endurance, women were stronger than men.
Men only had explosive strength in the moment, but in terms of endurance, they couldn’t compare to women.
Perhaps women throughout history had always been enduring, which honed an unparalleled resilience.
That was why people say women are a strong species.
So what if he pissed himself? Ning Shu grabbed his ankle and twisted—two sharp cracks rang out. Ma Yongjun’s body arched, he let out a muffled groan, his eyes bulged, and he passed out.
Ning Shu flipped him over. His pants were soaked, reeking with a strong stench.
Her expression remained indifferent as she lifted his shirt. Pressing her fingers against his chest, she sent a surge of fiery yang energy through his skin, directly into his heart.
This was a battle of power. Huang Jing had been weak, so she could only resign herself to Ma Yongjun’s abuse. But in the future, when Ma Yongjun no longer had the strength to raise a fist, when he became utterly powerless, let’s see if he could still oppress others.
If you truly want to break free from someone, you must strip away their ability to control you.
Make sure they can never raise their fist again.
With Ma Yongjun’s shamelessness, a mere divorce wouldn’t solve anything.
Even after divorce, he would cling on like a parasite, refusing to let go.
Some people were just that disgusting.
Ning Shu ignored the lifeless-looking Ma Yongjun lying on the floor.
She picked up the broken dish fragments from the table and floor and threw them into the trash.
After tidying up the messy dining table, she finally opened the door and smiled at the two children. “Finished eating? Your dad is sick. He’s lying on the floor now.”
Ma Lanlan stepped out of the room, saw Ma Yongjun lying on the ground, and asked, “Did Dad pee his pants?”
Ning Shu nodded. “Your dad is sick, so he peed himself. Go get a small mat from the room so he can lie on it.”
Translator: Kaho