Zhang Yang really hated Second Brother Xu's mouth, so he didn't hesitate at all and directly cut off Second Brother Xu's tongue.
The screams immediately echoed throughout the factory, leaving Xu Qiangsen completely stunned.
Watching his father clutch his mouth and howl in pain, he suddenly recalled his own tragic experience of being tormented by Zhang Yang.
Once again, he was so scared that he wet himself.
This guy didn't even know where he got all this urine from, scared time and again, wetting himself over and over.
Xu Zhuang clenched his fists; Zhang Yang was truly ruthless.
"Zhang Yang, if you do this, how can we communicate in the future?" Xu Zhuang said unhappily. He had wanted to stop it earlier, but it was already too late.
Zhang Yang sneered coldly, "Didn't I still leave him alive? I wonder how Patriarch Xu plans to communicate?"
"Zhang Yang, let's end things here; I think it should be enough, right?"
