"My fireworks..." the little girl said in a daze.
"Bang!"
The flying iron pot directly hit Zhao Guo'an, right smack in the middle with the broken part aimed at his head.
Even Xiao Feng felt a chill down his spine at this scene.
You have to understand, an iron pot with a big hole is like sharp knives at the broken edges, and the neck is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body.
If he wobbled a bit or if the pot fell unevenly, tilting the pot, it would be a certain death sentence.
"Don't move, don't you dare move!" Sun Shijie shouted as he ran towards Zhao Guo'an.
Hui Yi and others quickly followed. That big pot, Sun Shijie couldn't handle it alone.
"Old Zhao's look, why do I find it so unbearably funny?" Xiao Feng laughed unkindly.
At the same time, he opened the camera on his phone to capture this classic moment.
Hui Yi and the others formed a circle, carefully removing the black pot from Zhao Guo'an's shoulders, and asked, "Are you okay?"
