His face had turned purple in spots, and his body was even more unbearable to look at, covered in old wounds. It was clear that this wasn't the first time he had been beaten.
There were four of them, varying in height, build, and weight, each with tattoos on their backs. The leader was a fat man, probably around six feet three inches tall, standing a good head taller than Luo Changde.
He pressed Luo Changde against the wall, his hands wrapped in a towel, and swung a punch into Luo Changde's stomach, "You gonna appeal again?"
Luo Changde was too weak to even cry out, curled up holding his stomach.
The fat man tore the towel off his fist, wrapped it around Luo Changde's neck, lifted him by the collar, and slapped his face, "I asked you, you gonna appeal again?"
Dazed and breathless, Luo Changde rolled his eyes, "No more, I will not appeal."
Only then did the fat man loosen the towel, patting his head, "That's being good." He patted his face again, "What about medical parole?"
