"Is it done? Has the poison been cured?" asked Zhang Yuhong with sympathy and concern.
"It's done. Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir." Wu Tianlang felt a trace of warmth in his heart. It turned out that this guy was quite amiable if he didn't use underhanded tricks.
"Great. Shall we begin, then?" Zhang Yuhong's face revealed an even more innocent smile.
"Begin? Begin what?" Before Wu Tianlang could react, he heard a soft crack. His arm, which had yet to fully recover, was broken again.
Wu Tianlang let out a miserable wolf-like howl. He jumped straight up but was kicked in the face by Zhang Yuhong before he could fall. His eyes watered and his nose bled out like spring water.
