Wang Hu took the ashtray.

"Bang!——" The thick ashtray hit the little brother's head, knocking him directly to the ground.

Wang Hu stood up and continued to hold the ashtray... "Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...Hit the little brother on the head again and again.

Before the boy could react, he could only scream.

Then, he couldn't even scream.

The solid and thick ashtray smashed his head into pieces, causing blood and blood to scatter. Finally... it even made a dent in his head.

The bright red blood flowed all over the floor, splattered all over, and dyed the sofa and coffee table next to it red.
Chapter completed!