"Student? You have the audacity to ruin my plans! Are you asking for death? Do you know who I am?"
Diao Sheng completely dismissed Su Chengyu, an unarmed youngster, reaching for his phone to call for help. Su Chengyu quickly moved in front of Diao Sheng, grabbing his hand.
Diao Sheng's fingers and phone were instantly crushed. With a piercing scream, he broke into a cold sweat, his face pale from the unbearable pain.
"My hand! My hand!"
Xia Ruolan, who was lying on the bed, drunk and unconscious, woke up at the sound of the scream. She squinted her eyes and saw Su Chengyu. With her mind blurred, she managed to whisper: "Su Chengyu, take me home."
After saying this, she dozed off again.
Diao Sheng stumbled towards the door, trying to escape. Su Chengyu reached out, cast a spell, and dragged him back, holding onto his arm.
"Bro, don't be rash! Let's talk this over, I can give you money, okay?"
Diao Sheng, terrified, begged for mercy.
