"What kind of show is Young Master Du playing at? A dust bath? Really stylish, haha," remarked He Feng upon seeing the scene. Neither He Feng nor Chen Zhan held Young Master Du in high regard, as his status within the family wasn't comparable to theirs; therefore, they disdained joining in his antics.
As they were speaking, the bald thug returned with a sinister expression. He approached Du Sheng and, under his bewildered gaze, stomped on Du Sheng's right leg, breaking his shin. Ignoring Du Sheng's agonizing screams, he then brought his cellphone up to Su Weifeng, its speakerphone feature already activated.
"Ahhh..." Du Sheng wailed miserably on the ground, his voice nearly hoarse from screaming. He had just broken an arm, and now a leg was broken too.
"What's happening?" Chen Zhan and He Feng's eyes widened in shock. They recognized the bald man as Du Sheng's bodyguard and couldn't fathom how a bodyguard could break his charge's leg.
