Swish.
Song Yun drew the Blacklight Broken Sword and set it right between Zhou Dalong's legs, sneering: "My patience is limited. Transfer the money to Old Wang right now, or I'll cut off your dick."
Zhou Dalong's body trembled, then he shouted, "You wouldn't dare!"
Squelch.
Blood seeped out from Zhou Dalong's crotch. He felt his balls split open, the pain making him let out a throat‑ripping howl: "Aaah…"
He no longer dared put on any toughness in front of Song Yun and hurried, "Okay, I'll pay, just wait."
Song Yun said, "The final bid just now was four hundred million. Transfer four hundred million to Old Wang."
"Okay!"
Zhou Dalong nodded frantically, rushed to mobilize funds, and after nearly half an hour finally scraped together four hundred million in liquid cash and sent it all to Wang Qiang.
Once Wang Qiang received the money, Song Yun withdrew the Blacklight Broken Sword and said to Zhou Dalong, "Get lost."
