Mr. Chang furrowed his right arm, stretching the slingshot's leather band to its maximum range, then a marble shot out from the slingshot and accurately hit a lackey right in the middle of his thigh.
Whoosh! The next second, the poor lackey gasped for air, tears welling up in his eyes instantly!
Chang Huan didn't hold back, and his shots accurately hit the lackeys one by one. Of course, with such a close distance, even an ordinary slingshot could do the job! After he had had a turn at everyone, four or five boys were teary-eyed, extremely pitiful. Chang Huan then put away his mighty bow and laughed, "Damn, why are you all crying?"
Those lackeys had already been tormented by the slingshot, and at these words, they simply started crying out loud.
"Fuck, seriously, Brother Huan, isn't this too much?"
Xun Tui muttered to a nearby lackey, "Later, we need to act like he's really awesome, otherwise we'll have plenty more beatings like this to endure in the future."
