"Hmph, want to know?"
Mingzi said disdainfully.
"I just won't tell you. What can you do to me?"
"What can I do?"
Zhang Xiaoshan let out a cold laugh, didn't waste any words, and directly walked toward Mingzi.
"You, you can't come over, don't come over."
Moli picked up the dagger Mingzi had dropped on the ground and threatened Zhang Xiaoshan with it.
Zhang Xiaoshan slapped Moli across the face, sending her flying.
Then he approached Mingzi, lying on the sofa with several broken ribs, unable to get up.
"I'll ask you one last time, will you talk or not?"
"Dream on."
Mingzi still had that disdainful attitude.
"Snap."
"Ah!"
The next instant, the sounds of bones breaking and screams filled the air simultaneously.
Mingzi's right wrist was crushed by Zhang Xiaoshan, resulting in a comminuted fracture.
"My hand, my hand."
He lifted his left hand to grasp his broken right wrist.
But as soon as he lifted it, Zhang Xiaoshan grabbed hold of it.
Then.
"Snap."
