After a quarter of an hour, Po Jun finally stopped.
Bang!
A flying kick landed on Po San's chest, knocking him to the ground. Po Jun coldly looked at him.
"What are you staring at? Hurry up, kowtow and apologize to the senior! Or are you looking to die?"
Faced with Po Jun's murderous gaze, Po San was instantly scared, not even daring to let out a fart, his pig-headed face climbed up from the ground, trembling as he walked to Zhang Xiaohao's side.
Plop!
His knees went weak, Po San knelt on the ground, continually bowing his head to the floor.
Bang bang bang!!!
One after another, shortly afterward, his forehead was bruised with a blood-red gash.
"Spare me, senior! I was wrong, please let me go like a fart? I'm begging you..."
Zhang Xiaohao acted as if he didn't see his kowtowing pleas, leisurely sipping Spiritual Tea.
Po San dared not stop, continuing his kowtowed pleas.
After half an hour, the crimson blood had stained the ground, red blood traces were everywhere.
Plop!
