Finally, Long San's face revealed a vicious expression. He took a spring knife out of his pocket and then walked towards Xiaobao.
"Hmph!" Xiaobao looked at the spring knife in Long San's hand and sneered coldly.
"Kid, you've offended Young Master Wang, don't blame me!" Long San walked up to Xiaobao, looking at him fiercely, and said.
"I offended your Young Master Wang?" Xiaobao sneered coldly and said, "I'll give you a chance now, cripple your right hand yourself and get lost!"
"What? Kid, you're looking for death!"
Long San knew Xiaobao's strength was very high, but he never expected Xiaobao to actually ask him to cripple his own arm.
"Fine, I already warned you, if you don't listen, that's not my problem. I'll have to do it myself!" Xiaobao snorted coldly, his figure moved and he was already in front of Long San.
Long San instantly felt a tremendous pressure, and finally let out an angry roar: "Kid, go to hell!"
