Onstage, everyone was frantic, rushing to get Elder Liang into the car to the hospital.
Liang Wenzhong knew that at this moment, he could only turn to Shen Shuci. If he let her leave, he feared they might never see her again, and then their family would truly be finished...
Instinctively, he rushed over, wanting to block her path.
"Shuci, Shuci..." But Liang Wenzhong was too anxious. As he tried to grab Shen Shuci's arm, his fingers had only brushed her back when his wrist was seized.
The man's face was expressionless, but his fingers suddenly exerted force—an almost instinctive grappling technique.
Quick, ruthless, and accurate—
Those standing close could hear a sharp sound of bone dislocating, followed by Liang Wenzhong's cry of pain.
His arm was dislocated.
The scene, which was already in chaos due to Elder Liang being taken to the hospital, fell into silence once again—
People could only lament:
Your grandfather is still your grandfather.
