"From today on, if I ever hear anyone dare curse my mother…
I'll cut their tongue out.
Make sure they can never speak again."
Xiao Chen kept walking toward Zhang Luo, grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up: "Weren't you running your mouth just now? Keep talking, I dare you."
"Smack!"
As he spoke, Xiao Chen swung a slap across his face.
He smashed every last tooth in Zhang Luo's mouth.
So young and already toothless, how the hell was he supposed to live like that.
"My teeth, my teeth— you damned bastard, you think I'm gonna let you go?
You're dead!"
Zhang Luo roared.
"Smack!"
Xiao Chen didn't bother talking nonsense, another slap cracked across the other side of his face.
"If you've got balls then let me go, let me make a call and get my people here."
Zhang Luo said.
"Heh, you think I'm scared?
Kneel here and wait."
Xiao Chen let out a cold laugh and kicked Zhang Luo in the knee.
