Hou Jinhua was seething with anger, using all her strength to try and slap Qiao Yin across the face, but her wrist was gripped tightly by Qiao Yin, whose strength was much greater than hers; she couldn't move at all!
Qiao Yin clasped Hou Jinhua's wrist, pressing hard on her Yanggu point with her fingers, "Think I'm a pushover just because I haven't dealt with you? You keep coming back to cause trouble; now, you're going to pay the price for your outbursts!"
Hou Jinhua's wrist ached unbearably, and she screamed out, "Ah! Let go of me! What are you doing, you little bitch?! Let go! My wrist—it hurts!"
Qiao Yin listened to her cries for a while before finally releasing her.
As soon as she let go, Hou Jinhua fell to the ground with a thud.
She was in so much pain that tears came to her eyes. Looking at her wrist, which incredibly showed no signs of injury, one couldn't tell that her wrist had just endured an unbearable pain.
How could this be?!
