Wang Xiaoqiang asked again, "Little Bao, did he kick you with his feet..."
Little Bao replied, "Dad, he kicked me with both feet."
"Then what are you waiting for? Why leave his feet so he can kick you again in the future?..." Wang Xiaoqiang laughed.
The crew-cut man shouted, "Damn it, if you're gonna kill, just kill, why are you being so wishy-washy."
Little Bao ignored him, lifted his foot, and stomped twice, leaving the crew-cut man's legs completely useless.
While Little Bao was stepping on the crew-cut man, Wang Xiaoqiang reached out to cover his mouth, muting his cries,
The crew-cut man passed out from the pain.
Wang Xiaoqiang looked up and smiled at his son, "Well done. Today was just like practice for you."
Little Bao was excited, glanced around, and saw the other two men were dead. He hesitantly asked, "What do we do with these three guys?"
