Feng Huang's appearance was already very disheveled, but there was a mocking smile in his eyes: "Alright! I've got many enemies already, one more makes no difference. The future is long!"
"Arrogant!" Nan Mufeng was furious. He suppressed his urge to kill several times before he managed to keep it under control.
As for suppressing, of course, it requires some venting as well. So, he applied more force with his foot.
Feng Huang heard the sound of his fingers cracking...
Ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain made his whole body convulse.
This man is truly cruel, unable to kill him, yet looking to cripple him!
Nan Mufeng grinded his foot a few more times before releasing it and leaving with his men.
On the wide street, cars came and went, Feng Huang endured the pain and rolled and crawled to the shade of a tree. He raised his bloodied left hand and sighed: Should have run a bit faster. Now this hand can only be treated by Shen Yu.
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