Zeng Li felt a strong killing intent coming from behind him. Those hands could easily break his neck with a simple force.
He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound!
Zeng Li's face turned red. The man was too strong. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't break free at all, especially since his leg was in a cast.
Fear flashed in Zeng Li's eyes. He mumbled something in his throat, trying to speak.
"I don't need to listen to your nonsense," the person behind him said."Get out of here tonight. If I see you tomorrow, I'll make sure you break your leg!"
His voice was hoarse, and his age could not be heard, but the fear it brought him was more terrifying than death!
Suddenly, he heard his arm ... Crack.
Zeng Li twitched in pain. 'Damn it, damn it ... My arm has been dislocated, dislocated!'
Zeng Li's forehead and body were covered in cold sweat from the pain. As the bone-piercing cold wind blew over, Zeng Li felt as if he was really about to die.
