"Zhang, Zhang Xiaoshan, I'm warning you, I've already let you take the person away, don't mess around."
"You, you..."
Wei Bao was still cursing filthily.
But the next moment.
Without a word, Zhang Xiaoshan lifted his foot.
He stomped fiercely towards the center of Wei Bao's pants.
"Snap."
A crisp sound, like that of a balloon exploding.
Blood instantly stained Wei Bao's pants red.
"Ah!"
Wei Bao let out a heart-wrenching cry.
"What the hell, did he just ruin Wei Bao's manhood?"
"Did it burst?"
Everyone in the yard was terrified and shivering.
"Zhang, Zhang..."
Wei Bao tried to say something else, but before he could fully pronounce Zhang Xiaoshan's name, he fainted from the pain.
"My son!"
The Wei family's elders rushed forward as if wanting to fight Zhang Xiaoshan to the death.
But when they were more than a meter away and met Zhang Xiaoshan's sharp gaze, they were too scared to move.
