"Lay His hands."

Yu Wei stepped forward with a few steps, made a big grab, and in a blink of an eye, he pinned down the greasy middle-aged man's entire left hand.

puff……

Yang Ziyan raised the knife and dropped it.

ah……

The harsh, scalp-numbing wailing made the entire atmosphere freeze to the freezing point.

Han Zhiwei and the others were so frightened that they sat down on the ground, hissing and gasping.

this…

What's going on?

Why did Yang Ziyan seem to be a different person and be so cruel?

Yang Ziyan picked up the tissue on the table and wiped the blood on his hands.

Then he stared at the other two people, like a hawk looking at a wolf, "I don't like people using humiliating words about my wife. If there is a next time, it won't be as simple as chopping off my hand. Do you understand?"

The atmosphere in the entire basement was dull.

Han Zhiwei and others looked at the greasy middle-aged man lying next to him, their mouths were dry, they were trembling and speechless.
Chapter completed!