"Crack! Crack!"
"Ahhh!"
In the trading hall, Yang Fengyu crushed Shui Qingshan's bones inch by inch, blood gushing out, while Shui Qingshan screamed continuously in agony.
The brutal scene made many people afraid to look.
Although Shui Yun'er didn't dare to look, she felt no sympathy or pity; instead, she felt a sense of relief.
Yang Fengyu had just crushed the bones in Shui Qingshan's arm when the excruciating pain made him faint.
"Pain can make him faint, and it can also wake him up," Feng Wuchen said simply.
"Crack! Crack!"
"Ah!"
Yang Fengyu didn't stop, and the comatose Shui Qingshan quickly woke up again, the pain having surpassed his limits.
"Shui Qingshan, the bones in both your hands are crushed. Next will be your legs. You're already a cripple now, and without legs, you can't walk," Feng Wuchen said with a slight cold smile, then signaled Yang Fengyu to continue.
