The students of the Sanda class quickly surrounded Xiao Han.
"Kid, your good days are over," Huang Xiaolong gritted his teeth; finally, the pain in his crotch eased. He said coldly, "Kid, you're dead."
"Is that so?" Xiao Han smiled slightly. "Just now was just a kick. This time, I'm going to blow your eggs apart."
"Fuck, go to hell!" Hearing this, Huang Xiaolong flew into a rage and immediately led his people to pounce on Xiao Han.
Xiao Han stepped back two steps.
After dodging Huang Xiaolong's attack, Xiao Han turned and kicked at Huang Xiaolong's back.
Bang...
The kick was forceful and sent Huang Xiaolong flying away; he was caught off guard and nearly fell. Fortunately, a male student hurried to support him; otherwise, he would have been sent flying by that kick.
"Fuck!" Huang Xiaolong was furious.
Xiao Han sneered, "So much for the Sanda class monitor, that's all there is to it."
