Meanwhile, Wang Xiaolong couldn't be bothered to waste more words with such people, and sharply turned his words, "Miss Niu, your father has one last minute, decide for yourself what to do!"
Niu Xiaoxiao didn't fully trust Wang Xiaolong, but with time pressing, she couldn't afford to weigh the pros and cons.
Even if she clung to the hope of treating a dead horse as if it were alive, she had to hurry and try!
"Yun! Do it!"
As soon as her words fell, four burly men immediately stepped forward.
After they took control of Yang Maomao, Yun kicked out with his right foot, forcing him to kneel before Wang Xiaolong.
"You country bumpkin, don't let me find an opportunity to get back at you!"
Smack!
Wang Xiaolong slapped him, and seeing Yang Maomao's blood coming from his nose and mouth, he felt a sudden sense of satisfaction.
"Come on, curse again and see what happens!"
"You motherf..."
Smack!
