A severed palm!
Feng Gou really had guts. He didn't cry out in pain. Hastily, he ripped off his own clothes, shaking as he bound the injured hand, giving a nod to Dong Fang Xiang, then he quickly started heading towards his car.
The blood kept flowing, he had to find someone to treat the injury otherwise, he could bleed to death!
As Feng Gou departed, his subordinates wanted to follow him.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Dong Fang Xiang hadn't let these people off, saying coldly.
Feng Gou's subordinates, their raised feet suddenly retracted. They looked at Dong Fang Xiang with fear, unsure of how Dong Fang Xiang planned to deal with them.
"Lord Xiang, do you have any orders?"
One of Feng Gou's subordinates, with much courage, stuttered while asking.
