Even as an S-Level Martial Artist, it may be an exaggeration to say one could take on a hundred enemies at once, but handling ten to twenty international detectives at the same time was absolutely no problem for him. Yet, this S-Level Martial Artist had no power to fight back in front of this man.
Ye Wudao approached him, his gaze landing on his right thigh, which hadn't yet broken, and his eyes held malicious intent. Yu Bin had long since been driven insane by fear of Ye Wudao and hurriedly began to beg for mercy.
"No... no more beating, I give up, you can hand me over to the police," Yu Bin pleaded.
But Ye Wudao smirked cruelly, completely ignoring his request. With a direct kick to his right leg, a crisp snap sounded—as his right leg too broke. In such a situation, it didn't matter whether Yu Bin had an IQ of 157 or if he was smarter than Einstein—none of that was of any use.
