"No, no more, I'll handle your situation right away, don't hit me again, I'm going to die." Zhang Zhuochang was terrified, his face ashen.
What kind of monster is this?
With just a dozen pens, he had subdued a group of defenders—how abnormal!
Given this, Zhang Zhuochang could only surrender.
"Should've been like this from the start!" Li Huai sneered, lifting his foot.
But the next second, Li Huai stomped down hard.
Crack! Crack!
The sound of bones breaking!
"Ah!" Zhang Zhuochang let out a scream in pain felt that his right hand had been trampled into a mush with all the bones shattered. Not just broken—but smashed. "You bastard, didn't I promise to sort out your affairs immediately? Why do you still torture me? It's too much!"
"Still daring to shout? Don't you think it's enough?" Li Huai coldly said.
"No, it's enough, it's enough, I won't say anything more, okay? Please, don't torture me anymore." Zhang Zhuochang begged once again like a grandson.
