The tower of the Wild Sword Society was now a mess, and a bunch of men were holding their genitals and screaming.
Holding a gun in each hand, Wang Hao was faced with members of the Wild Sword Society who were scared out of their wits.
In less than ten minutes, Wang Hao had broken the balls of more than a thousand men. Also, he was not counterattacking, but had been attacking voluntarily.
It was a completely one-sided slaughter—no, ball-breaking!
Qian Wanyang's and Chen Yao's eyes twitched. They had finally witnessed the familiar scene.
They were puzzled as to why Wang Hao was so fond of breaking balls. Was it really so entertaining? Should they try it themselves later?
"Stop!"
A young man in black roared as he walked toward them grimly.
"Boss!"
The members of the Wild Sword Society were full of tears, as if they had seen their family.
"Boss, this guy is Su Mo," said Qian Wanyang in a low voice.
