Wan Hong did not even have time to react before a sharp pain exploded in his abdomen. He let out a scream and flew backward.
His body slammed heavily into a roadside stall.
The stall owner had long since gone home, leaving only empty stone tables and stands behind.
With that crash, the entire stone table shattered into several pieces.
Several sharp corners of the broken stone table even pierced into Wan Hong's back.
He spat out several mouthfuls of blood and glared furiously at Xu Zimo.
"You're courting death."
"Cousin, should we kill him or cripple him?" Xu Zimo turned to Wenren Su and asked.
"He's a direct descendant of the Wan Family. Killing him would cause too much trouble." Wenren Su shook his head slightly.
Then he chuckled and walked over to Wan Hong, his gaze dropping toward the man's crotch.
He grinned wickedly. "Better let me cripple him."
"What are you trying to do?" Wan Hong followed Wenren Su's gaze and looked down, retreating in terror.
But he was seriously injured, and his ability to move had been greatly reduced.
Fengyu City had a unique charm at night.
According to Wenren Su, even in the dead of night, the city remained brilliantly lit, bright as day and exceptionally lively.
That was likely the prosperity of a great city.
Apart from Tianyu Street, the other main streets were packed with people.
Vendors selling all sorts of wares appeared one after another, while wooden carts crying out the sale of candied hawthorns traveled from one end of the street to the other.
Most pedestrians strolled about amid laughter and cheerful conversation.
"Cousin, let me tell you something.
If Grandpa asks about what happened today later on, you absolutely have to say that Wan Hong attacked you first." Wenren