Wan Hong hardly had time to react before he felt a piercing pain in his abdomen, and with a miserable scream, he went flying backward.
His figure heavily crashed in front of a roadside stall.
The stallholder had long since gone home, leaving only the empty stone tables and stands in place.
With that collision, the entire stone table shattered into several pieces.
Several particularly sharp corners of the stone table even pierced into Wan Hong's back.
He vomited several mouthfuls of fresh blood and looked at Xu Zimei with an enraged expression.
"You're asking for death," he said.
"Cousin, should we kill him or cripple him?" Xu Zimei turned his head to look at Wenren Su and asked.
"As a direct lineage member of the Wan Family, killing him would cause much trouble," Wenren Su slightly shook his head.
Then, with a light chuckle, he approached Wan Hong, his gaze shifting toward the other's lower body.
He laughed with a sly, "Let me do the crippling then."
