Crack, crack~
Feng Hetang and the others, who had been slammed against the wall, were each grabbed by Xia Ping and thrown to the ground. They cried out in pain, sweat beading on their foreheads as they writhed in agony.
Before long, Xia Ping had dragged them into a nearby building and tossed them onto the floor. There were no surveillance cameras here, making it the perfect place to do all sorts of bad things.
"Kid, don't do anything reckless."
Feng Hetang gritted his teeth and glared at Xia Ping. "My father is a councilor in Tianshui City. If you dare do anything to me, you'll regret it, understand?"
"If you know what's good for you, apologize to me right now. Then maybe I'll forgive you."
His whole body was trembling. He was putting on a brave front, but he'd never imagined that he, a mighty Martial Apprentice Ninth Heaven expert, wouldn't be a match for this kid.
He'd been defeated by a single punch, and several of his ribs had broken. It was a terrible sight.
"Apologize?" Hearing that, Xia Ping laughed. With a sharp snap, he gave a hard tug, and Han Shan and the others heard a crisp, pleasing sound of bones breaking.
"Ah!" Feng Hetang was a councilor's son, born into a wealthy family and accustomed to a life of comfort. How could he endure such pain? He let out a piercing scream.
His whole body was wracked with pain, as if something were burrowing into his heart. He was almost convulsing.
"Relax, it's just a dislocation. I'm best at treating this kind of injury. Someone in my class even gave me the nickname Quack Doctor." Xia Ping smiled at Feng Hetang.
Quack Doctor?!
Feng Hetang and the others went green. Damn it, if he was