Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Three
Yang Jun's eyes were bloodshot, charging at Long Xiaoshan like an enraged bull.
In his hands was a piece of brick he'd picked up from who knows where.
"Kid, I'm going to kill you!"
Yang Jun acted out of heated rage.
At his age, impulsiveness was at its peak.
Moreover, Yang Jun had always been the one to pick on others, never the one to be humiliated. To be dragged out by the neck in front of a crowd and thrown onto the street—it was a disgrace he had never endured.
This humiliation made him nearly insane.
He had grabbed a brick at the entrance and charged in.
He rushed at Long Xiaoshan and, lifting the brick high, aimed for Long Xiaoshan's head.
Sharp screams erupted all around.
This was a brick, after all. The way Yang Jun swung it, if it hit someone's head, it could spill their brains out.
A cold glint sparked in Long Xiaoshan's eyes.
