Lin Feng's hands were not small. In fact, they were the hands of a tall man with broad shoulders.
However, a single pinky finger was still nothing compared to Guo Han's massive hand.
The moment Guo Han grasped it, Lin Feng's pinky seemed to disappear completely within his grip.
Guo Han's fingers wrapped around it firmly like iron clamps.
From the outside, it almost looked as if Lin Feng had willingly placed his finger into the jaws of a steel trap.
The two men stood facing each other across the table, their hands locked together.
For a brief moment, everything seemed to freeze.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
The surrounding crowd held their breath as if afraid that even the smallest sound might disturb the tension that had filled the air.
Guo Han's massive hand firmly gripped Lin Feng's pinky, his fingers wrapped around it like iron clamps.
The terrifying aura around his body continued to surge and swirl, making his figure look like a blazing war god.
