Some viewers immediately muted the livestream.
"Hiss—"
As for those present, it wasn't much better for them.
After all, watching the hacksaw go straight through the crack in the bull's horn was as unsettling as if it were happening to themselves.
"Ouch... that must hurt a lot."
Uncle Yang was so distracted he forgot about his cigarette.
He just felt a spark exploding in his temple.
"Moo—"
At that moment,
the bull let out a cry.
It even tried hard to shake its head.
And then, it actually knelt down.
"It can't take it anymore."
"Sigh, who could endure that? It's like having a hand sawed off."
"But the horn is almost off now."
The villagers chatted among themselves.
With Zhang Lingchuan's repeated sawing, the horn was now barely hanging on.
"It's off!"
"Wow! Finally, it's off."
Zhang Lingchuan quickly moved in for the final cut.
He took off one of the bull's horns.
