Ximen Jianren had been defeated by Jiang Chen, who had even gone as far as to break his arm.
This stunned everyone who had initially underestimated Jiang Chen.
When Ximen Jianren's lackeys saw Jiang Chen break their master's arm, they roared in fury.
"Bastard, let go of our young master!"
"Damn it! You piece of trash, how dare you!"
They were about to charge forward.
But Jiang Chen said coldly, "If I recall correctly, aren't you all supposed to be doing a handstand and eating... shit right now?"
"What's the matter? Still not doing it?"
The lackeys instantly froze in place.
It seemed they really had made such a promise.
But after exchanging glances, none of them moved.
"CRACK!"
Jiang Chen broke Ximen Jianren's other arm.
"Hiss..."
"Ahhh..."
Ximen Jianren screamed in agony again.
His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Jiang Chen.
"You piece of trash, you dare do this to me?"
Jiang Chen shook his head and smiled, but his expression was ice-cold.
