"Fuck, you're a whore and yet dare to play the saint?! I'm telling you, if you don't kowtow and apologize to me today, it's never going to end between us?! Forget about getting your hands on that sponsorship fee!"
Jia Kun maliciously threatened, convinced that they wouldn't dare to make a scene.
"Of course, if you're willing to keep me company, ah—" Jia Kun didn't finish his sentence when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if it was nearly twisted off by someone.
Yun Long coldly twisted his hand behind his back and icily threatened him, "Don't believe me? Say one more word, and I'll cripple this hand of yours?!"
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, let go quickly..." Jia Kun's face contorted with pain.
How could he have forgotten that these people were fighters!
They were not to be trifled with at all!
However, instead of releasing his grip, Yun Long outright dislocated his arm.
