"Ah!"
Then the little punk felt a piercing pain on his arm, screaming continuously, while holding his arm, which had been disabled by Xiaobao, and preparing to escape.
"Trying to run?" Xiaobao looked at the little punk and coldly snorted, the stick in his other hand already reaching the punk's chest.
The little punk couldn't even run before hearing the sound of whistling wind, his face immediately changing.
Just joking, he knew well what happened to his companion when he attacked Xiaobao. If Xiaobao hit him with the stick, he could easily imagine the result.
"Boom!"
With a loud explosion, the little punk didn't have time to react. Xiaobao's stick had already reached his chest.
"Ah!"
Instantly, a scream burst out, the little punk's face turned pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body flew out, crashed heavily on the ground, spat out another mouthful of blood, and fainted.
"Brat, you die!"
