"I'll leave Xiaoyu to you," Tangyu said.
Xiaoyu sneered sinisterly and stomped down fiercely, immediately a sound of breaking bones was heard. Zhang Guoli was quite a figure as well; even with his ribs crushed, he managed to grit his teeth and refrain from crying out. Tangyu walked aside, taking pleasure in some famous ancient paintings in the living room. Despite being a commoner, he seemed to have cultivated some refinement. In terms of torture, Tangyu believed Xiaoyu was an expert. He let him loosening the bones first; he himself would make a move later to see just how tough Zhang Guoli's bones were.
"Crack!!!"
