Li Qingmu spoke coldly, his voice like a Demon emerging from Hell, causing Steward Pang to tremble all over.
Break his leg?
Ah, no, no!
Isn't breaking a leg very painful?
Steward Pang panicked, hurriedly fell to his knees, kowtowing and pleading for mercy: "Master, spare me, spare me! Please forgive this little man, I admit my mistake, and I will never dare again!"
But the only response he got was the man's indifferent voice: "Do it!"
"Ah, no, don't! Help!"
"Crack!"
A slightly stern-looking middle-aged man, holding an iron rod, spat into his palm, swung the rod, and struck hard on Steward Pang's legs.
With the sound of bones breaking, Steward Pang let out a scream akin to a pig being slaughtered.
How painful is it to have a bone broken by an iron rod?
You could tell from the beads of sweat as big as soybeans on Steward Pang.
