Wang Meng was furious, fury leaking from his body as he gripped Su Yingqi's wrist like an iron vice, snapping it instantly.
And he didn't stop there, kicking the man to the ground and looking down at the kneeling figure with eyes filled with malevolence, "Remember to watch where you're going in the future, don't mess with people you shouldn't."
What a piece of trash, thinking of laying a hand on his Tang Tang? He really felt like gouging out those eyes.
But then he thought better of it, "I'm a civilized person, I should do civilized things... Just break one of his hands and two ribs then... Yep, I'm happily decided on that."
With a forceful step, crack crack, the sound of bones breaking...
One was a young master from Beijing, how could he compare with those who licked blood from the edge of a knife, how could he be an opponent?
Su Yingqi let out a wail, he hadn't expected the man to go further than crippling his hand, to strike again.
