"If you had really touched her, would I still leave you alive?"
Zhang Xiaomeng said with a cold laugh, looking down at Wang Laohu kneeling on the ground and speaking coldly:
"Today, I can't be bothered to take action myself. Give me an explanation yourself."
Hearing this, Wang Laohu's body trembled once again.
However, his intense fear made him dare not question Zhang Xiaomeng's words.
Trembling, he picked up a fist-sized rock from nearby.
Then he placed his left hand on the ground, and with the rock in his right hand, he smashed it down hard on his own elbow.
"Ah!"
A scream rang out, and Wang Laohu's elbow was already dripping with blood.
Yet Zhang Xiaomeng's gaze remained icy, saying nothing.
Wang Laohu knew that what he had done had not yet satisfied Zhang Xiaomeng, so he gritted his teeth, with cold sweat covering his forehead, and once again picked up the bloodstained rock.
"Ah!"
Crack!
The rock came down again, heavily, breaking Wang Laohu's left hand.
