"Oh—"
Ge Baojia only had time to let out a short, muffled groan before his whole body doubled over. The skin all over him rippled like a carpet, yet his body bizarrely did not bounce back at all!
Long Shasha had used her strength with exquisite finesse, making Ge Baojia absorb the full force of that kick, with not a shred of it left to dissipate!
What kind of devastation would being kicked in the balls by a dragon cause?
Aching balls? Shattered balls!
Ge Baojia clamped his legs together, his face deathly pale. Forget speaking—even moving so much as an inch was impossible, because he had no idea how much the pain would magnify if he so much as stirred a single muscle!
Drip, drip, drip. His crotch immediately turned a vivid red, blood continuously dripping down.
The entire scene fell deathly silent!
Even Zhou Heng and the other two could not help but feel their chrysanthemums tighten, unconsciously clamping their legs closer together. Had they taken that blow, it certainly would not have felt good either!
"Young Master, Young Master—" Only after at least ten seconds did the Ge Family attendants finally react, rushing around Ge Baojia and crying out in alarm.
"Young Master, are you all right?"
"You've got some nerve, attacking our Young Master!"
"Call for reinforcements!"
They all spoke at once. Some fired signal flares to summon help, while others barked questions at Zhou Heng's group.
Zhou Heng smiled and waved a hand. "This has nothing to do with me. I wasn't the one who attacked him!"
"Nothing to do with me either!" Long Haiwei also waved his hands, clearing himself, while Long Anye was even more straightforward, taking three steps back.
Long Shasha was so furious she began shouting. Those three bastards were simply