Chen Yuan walked up to Dai Jiankai's side, said nothing, and unlike what everyone had thought, did not subject him to the humiliation of crawling between his legs.
Instead, he walked in front of Dai Jiankai and suddenly lifted his foot, which was heavy with the force of the wind, and delivered a direct kick to his groin.
Dai Jiankai was sent flying several meters, his squinty eyes now bulging, veins on his neck exposed, his face so engorged it seemed about to drip with blood as he let out a scream of agony.
This scream, sharp as that of a eunuch, made the entire crowd fall into silence.
The black-clad strongmen who had followed Dai Jiankai hadn't reacted at first, but after the scream, they hurried over.
"Young Master Dai... you... are you alright?" the leader of the black-clad strongmen asked as he stepped forward.
"Blood... blood." Dai Jiankai said, trying to endure the pain, as he took his hand from his lower body and saw blood, his speech unclear.
