Thud! A muffled sound, similar to a watermelon splitting open, resonated.
Wang Xing's enormous head, under the immense force of Su Xuan, directly deformed from round to oblong.
Swish! Streaks of red and white, sticky and pungently warm liquid stained Su Xuan's face, making him look as if he had walked straight out of Hell, resembling a Devil.
Su Xuan turned his head and looked at Long Tian on the phone video, whose expression was indecisive, and licked his lips mockingly, "I've already laid hands on him now, what can you do to me?"
"Huff huff!"
Long Tian was so angry he gasped for air; his plump face turned purplish. He couldn't remember the last time he had heard such a defiant tone.
Yet now, he was powerless to do anything. Even with his extensive contacts and resources, he couldn't kill Su Xuan through a telephone line.
"If you can't do it, don't talk big. Come on and bite me through the phone line if you're really something," Su Xuan continued with his merciless taunting.
