He Cheng only felt a chilling sensation between his legs, followed by a piercing pain.
"Ah!"
He Cheng's body fell straight down, then curled up into a ball, with his hands pressing on his crotch, emitting pig-like screams of agony and continually rolling around.
"Cheng'er, what's wrong with you?"
He Gaoyuan's face changed color.
He had thought it was Ling Chen who made a move just now, so his attention was entirely on Ling Chen and hadn't noticed He Cheng.
His gaze suddenly sharpened, seeing that He Cheng's hands were covered with fresh blood.
Connecting the dots to the location of He Cheng's hands, he finally understood what happened.
"Bang!"
He delivered a palm strike that knocked He Cheng unconscious.
"Someone come!"
He Gaoyuan bellowed, and an elder quickly walked out from the crowd to treat He Cheng.
"Let's go."
Ling Chen turned around, looking toward Piano Girl and the other two women.
