On the other side, Ye Xiong threw He Haodong to the ground and said coldly, "He Haodong, you really won't shed a tear until you see your coffin. Have you so quickly forgotten the pain of having your fingers broken? Let me jog your memory!"
He lifted He's hand, looked at the two fingers that were swollen like sausages, and twisted them with force.
Squeals akin to a pig being slaughtered echoed throughout the forest, the agonizing sound startling Luo Weiwei from afar, who hurried over in alarm.
He Haodong convulsed in pain.
Having had his fingers broken by Ye Xiong yesterday, he had suffered through the night and had been given several doses of anesthetic before the pain subsided. Even now, the pain had just eased slightly.
The reason he had rushed over was to torture Ye Xiong thoroughly, to avenge the fingers he had lost the day before.
