In the span of a few words, fists and feet were violently landing.
With a tenth of the strength, fiercely smashing onto his face.
Smack smack smack...
The sound of flesh being pounded rang out, accompanied by the PR manager's screams like a pig being slaughtered.
"Ah! Mr. Song, help! Quickly pull this guy away..." the PR manager cried for help.
"Shut up!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
His right foot stomped fiercely on his face.
Bam!
Under the immense force, a mouthful of teeth sprayed out from his mouth.
Before he could speak again, Zhang Xiaohao kicked his face savagely like trash.
In less than three minutes.
The PR manager's face was unrecognizable, beaten into a pig head, covered in blood stains, looking terrifying.
"Kneel down!" Zhang Xiaohao growled.
His right foot stomped hard on his right foot, transmitting great power into his body.
Like a Pandora's box, the pain made him flip over like a fish, thud! Kneeling on the ground.
