The squared-face man was shaking, staring at Xiao Luo in absolute terror. The last thing they would have expected was to run into such a beast. It was for good reason that the old adage had been spoken to many a man: "Do not bully the weak and fear the strong." If one behaved haughtily and constantly preyed on the weak, inevitably one day, he would run into someone more able than himself. Fate has a funny way of biting one in the behind when least expected.
Zhang Dashan had now gotten out of the vehicle and was heading over to Xiao Luo.
As he walked, he picked up a bar lying on the ground then roared at the squared-face man, "F*ck, you wanted to smash my car? Let me smash yours first!"
He strode to the van, then swung the bar back and brought it down heavily onto the windscreen.
SHATTER!
