He took a deep breath and said, "Fang, you've misunderstood. I really did have something important to discuss with you. If you'll just let me go, we can work anything out."
"What kind of invitation involves drugs and an ambush? Do you really take me for a child?" With a sudden squeeze, Fang Yue snapped one of Chen Dayong's arms.
"AHH—"
Chen Dayong screamed in agony, his face instantly turning deathly pale.
He never imagined that Fang Yue could be so decisive and ruthless, attacking without a moment's hesitation and showing him no mercy at all.
"Fang Yue, you..." Chen Dayong was in so much pain he could barely speak, able only to glare at Fang Yue with eyes full of rage and terror.
Fang Yue, however, remained expressionless, as if he had just done something utterly trivial.
He looked coldly at Chen Dayong and the other gang members. "I didn't want any trouble," he said, "but you insisted on starting it with me. See what you've gotten yourselves into? A pity. It's too late now."
