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Luo Sahu's heart trembled with fear, and his palms began to shake violently. He stepped back, trying to quickly release his grip on the cleaver, and at the very moment when he let go, Ye Xiaofei exerted his strength to its peak.
The bent blade swept across Luo Sahu's arm, slicing off two fingers from his palm, leaving the white bone starkly visible and the flesh cleanly severed, as blood dripped down steadily.
Luo Sahu's palm went numb, rendering him unable to feel the pain. Clutching his wrist, he retreated several steps and shouted, "Brothers, finish him off, fuck!"
Thirty men were still entangled with Xiao Bai and the others, unaware that Luo Sahu's fingers had been cut off. When they turned around, they were immediately greeted with the sight of blood dripping from Luo Sahu's fingers, and in a violent rage, they charged at Ye Xiaofei with their cleavers.
