"My arm, my arm."
The burly man knelt on the ground, crying out in pain, but Zhang Xiaoshan didn't loosen his grip; instead, he tightened it even more.
The burly man was no match for Zhang Xiaoshan, unable to escape, he could only keep wailing; his cries were truly heart-wrenching.
"Let go of my husband, let him go."
"You let him go."
The woman who had injured her head earlier in the disturbance was anxiously shouting.
"Husband, husband, are you okay?"
The woman was already too anxious, tears streaming nonstop, and she was flustered.
The scene appeared somewhat tragic.
Jia Lanhua and Luo Meili were also anxious, holding Zhang Xiaoshan from both sides, urging him.
"Little Shan, don't be angry, don't resort to violence."
"Yes, yes, don't actually take a life here."
Zhang Xiaoshan said carelessly,
"Don't worry, it's just a minor issue, I know my limits."
"A minor issue?"
The crowd protested loudly now.
