Chapter Eight Hundred and Forty
"Long Xiaoshan!"
Zhou Xiaohai squeezed out three words through his clenched teeth, with the venom and hatred in his eyes almost turning into flames that could shoot out.
From his birth to this day.
The two greatest humiliations he had suffered both came from Long Xiaoshan, and both occurred in this place.
Once, he had his face slapped into a pig's head by Long Xiaoshan!
The other time was even worse, as both of his legs were broken by Long Xiaoshan's men.
That kind of dual agony and humiliation, both physical and mental.
Made this eldest son of the Zhou Family wish to flay Long Xiaoshan a thousand times and feed on his flesh and blood.
Young Master Cui, Young Master Zhao, and Young Master Huang beside him felt the same way; having grown up wealthy and eminent, adorned with gold and jade wherever they went, they had always been treated with great respect. They had never before been humiliated like this, let alone had their legs broken.
