"Ah!"
A scream of extreme pain erupted from Cui Bao's throat, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Clearly, Li Xiaobao was not done yet. As soon as Cui Bao cried out, Li Xiaobao, taking advantage of the crowded crowd, squeezed directly in front of Cui Bao.
Seeing the smile on Li Xiaobao's face, Cui Bao felt an inexplicable palpitation and was about to fall to the ground.
"Hey, are you okay?"
As Cui Bao was about to fall, Li Xiaobao pretended to be concerned and instantly held him up, but his fist was not idle—it had already landed on Cui Bao's ribs.
"Ugh..."
Cui Bao groaned, feeling a burst of severe pain in his abdomen. Several of his ribs broke instantly, and he felt a tumult inside his body as blood spilled from his mouth.
"You..."
Cui Bao was no fool, and even if he had been, he now knew he had been ambushed by Li Xiaobao. His eyes seemed to spit fire as he angrily glared at Li Xiaobao.