Xu Damao was kicked so hard he flew backward, crashing heavily against the wooden door panel, the impact feeling as though it had shifted all his internal organs.
The excruciating pain caused him to curl up on the floor like a boiled shrimp, clutching his stomach and groaning miserably, his face smeared with tears and snot.
"Useless piece of trash! Good-for-nothing, can't lift a wall with mud!"
Chapter 93