As soon as the words slipped from my lips, Song Xingchen knocked the manager to the ground and unleashed a series of powerful kicks. The man crawled on the ground, pulling out a dagger. However, his attempts were thwarted by Song Xingchen who kicked the dagger away and raised his foot up high, crashing down heavily on the manager’s crotch. 

As Song Xingchen continued trampling on the manager’s genitals, banshee-like screaming filled the cellar. The driver grabbed my arm, urging, "Stop it! STOP! Don't hurt the client!"

"That’s enough!" I nodded.

When Song Xingchen moved his feet away, the manager lay there twitching, blood and white liquid flowing out between his legs. He was foaming at the mouth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. It was then that I realized crushing a man’s genitals...