Ye Fan shouted loudly, and his voice was like thunder, exploding in his ears, containing an irresistible will.

"Right...right hand..." the tall and thin man stammered.

Big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he no longer looked as arrogant and embarrassed as before.

Ye Fan's eyes focused on his right hand, and a cold light bloomed in his eyes, like a supreme killing god.

The tall and thin man seemed to have thought of something, and shouted: "Boy, you must not mess around! Do you know who I am? I am -"

"Kacha!"

Before he could finish his sentence, his voice suddenly stopped and was replaced by a clear sound of bones breaking.

At some point, Ye Fan grabbed his right wrist and broke it severely.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Another burst of shrill screams resounded throughout the audience.

Ye Fan looked down at him, without any haste in his eyes, and said word by word:
Chapter completed!