Steward Wang's pants burst open.
His pale buttocks were exposed to the air, his ravaged backside a bloody mess, also torn apart by the blast.
Blood streamed down!
It was too horrible to look at!
The corner of Master Fan's eye twitched. The commotion here had already attracted the attention of more and more people...
"Quick, look! Isn't that Steward Wang and Master Fan from the Beichen Commerce Association?"
"What's going on with Steward Wang? His... his behind, how did it end up like that?"
"Looks like Master Fan skewered him!"
Hearing the snippets of discussion from the passersby, Master Fan's old face turned ashen, a vein throbbing on his forehead. 'Damn it all! What do you mean *I* skewered him? Why the hell would I skewer him for no reason? Ptooey! Even if I had a reason, I wouldn't do *that* to him...'
Master Fan trembled with rage.
He felt the gazes of the people around him turn strange and suggestive.
