"Ah."
A scream followed immediately.
It was Zhao Li.
Zhao Li's body was twice the size of Zhang Xiaoshan's.
But at that moment, he was pinned to the ground by Zhang Xiaoshan's grip on his wrist and couldn't move at all.
"My arm, my arm."
Zhao Li was now kneeling on the ground, with his arm twisted behind his back by Zhang Xiaoshan, gritting his teeth in pain.
Zhang Xiaoshan's speed was too fast, and the big dark fatty had no clue how he had been subdued.
"Kid, let go, let me go."
The next moment, with a "snap," Zhao Li's arm was dislocated by Zhang Xiaoshan.
The man was ruthless and not given to many words.
"Ah."
Zhao Li screamed in agony.
"My arm, my arm, bro, let's talk this out, let's talk, don't get physical, ah."
Hu Caixia had originally wanted Zhao Li to teach Zhang Xiaoshan a tough lesson, but who could have expected Zhang Xiaoshan to be so fierce? She looked at Xu Jing discontentedly and said.
