"Apologize, and kneel?"
Lin Rui immediately retorted excitedly.
"I'm the young master of the Lin family, he's just some old man from a county town, you hillbilly, why should I kneel?"
"No, I won't apologize today, I don't believe you'd really dare do anything to me."
Lin Rui put on a stubborn stance.
Zhang Xiaoshan's anger flared up as well.
"Alright, you asked for it."
"Crack."
Without warning, Zhang Xiaoshan stomped on Lin Rui's right knee, who was sitting on the ground.
With a cracking sound, the kneecap was shattered, blood was everywhere.
"Ah."
"My leg, my leg, my leg..."
"Apologize."
Lin Rui screamed miserably, while Zhang Xiaoshan's face remained as cold as frost.
"I, I..."
Lin Rui still wanted to speak, but Zhang Xiaoshan stomped down hard again.
This time on Lin Rui's left leg.
The left leg was also shattered.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Rui's legs were broken, doomed to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Lin Rui had already fainted from the pain.
