Ye Zhihua said coldly, "If you don't get out of here immediately, I'll really take your bones apart. I can't handle others, but can't I handle you? You damn old fool, get out!"
"This is the Ye Family, one of the Four Great Families. How dare you make trouble here."
"Do you think our Ye Family can be disturbed by just any Tom, Dick or Harry?"
As he spoke with unrestrained vigor, Old Master Ye quickly stepped forward, wanting to stop him, even raising his Dragon-Headed Walking Stick to launch a blow to the back of his second son's head.
But he was both angry and shocked, suddenly feeling a tightness in his chest, and hurriedly clutched at his heart.
Ye Zhihua's finger was almost poking into the old man's nose when suddenly it let out a piercing scream, bending upwards as if an invisible hand had grasped the finger and bent it backward with force.
Snap!
The finger was instantly broken, skin split and flesh burst open.
Bone fragments pierced through, blood pouring out.
