AHHHHHHH...
But Wu Dawei just lay on the ground, screaming himself hoarse in a mad, agonizing howl.
Blood was seeping directly from his crotch.
Lin Han's kick had, in effect, physically castrated him.
This scene made everyone present suck in a cold breath, struck by the sheer horror of it.
The men, Zhao Lanzhi in particular, all had strange expressions on their faces. Just watching was painful enough.
Sure, it might have been a toothpick, but at least it was still usable. Now, it was completely ruined.
Everyone stared at Lin Han in shock.
'Has this guy lost his mind?'
'He actually dared to hit Wu Dawei?'
'Is this what they call a newborn calf having no fear of a tiger?'
Su Mu'er and Ye Qing were also stunned for a moment, but then their faces lit up with ecstatic joy.
'Lin Han, that was brilliant!'
Just then, Lin Han looked at Su Mu'er. "What do you two want to do with him?"
