"No! Don't come over… Motherf*cker…!" Xiao was only seconds away from wetting his pants. He knew that Chen could be unspeakably barbarous… He twisted a man's head at a hundred-and-eighty-degree angle! And the man is still not dead!
If it were you, wouldn't you be shitting your pants?
"Shut the f*ck up!" Chen approached him, reached out with both hands and held on to Xiao's shoulders.
He stamped his feet firmly on Xiao's feet, locking them in place.
And then with a violent twist…
"Creeeeeak!"
The sound was crisp and clean. Xiao was standing with his spine twisted at a one-hundred-degree angle.
That meant that… Xiao's anus is now at the front of his body!
And his penis was now at the back of his body like a small tail!
"Ah… Ah!!! What the hell?" Xiao's eyes bulged from his head, and his mouth was wide open (you could fit a fist in it) – he looked like a toad that had just been stepped on.
