Chapter Two Hundred and Fourteen
Crack!
When Zhu Liang charged in once more, Long Xiaoshan didn't kick him out again, but instead dislocated the joints of both his legs.
Zhu Liang collapsed to the ground.
This guy truly was ruthless. Despite sweating profusely from the pain, he still glared at Long Xiaoshan with a look that seemed to tear a piece of flesh from his body.
"You don't accept this?" Long Xiaoshan squatted down.
"I accept your fucking ass," Zhu Liang shouted.
Crack, crack.
Long Xiaoshan dislocated both of Zhu Liang's arms cleanly and decisively.
Ow!
Zhu Liang howled.
"Do you accept it now?" Long Xiaoshan smiled slightly, revealing eight big, white teeth.
"I accept your fucking ass!"
Crack, crack, crack!
Long Xiaoshan, with a smiling face, continued to dislocate joints all over Zhu Liang's body.
In less than a minute, eighty percent of the joints in Zhu Liang's body were dislocated, and he slumped into a heap of mush, unable to move anything but his mouth.
