Between his fingers and fist, there were creaking sounds, as if a tightly closed door was suddenly being pushed open.
But this was a street; there were no doors around.
Unexplainably, a shiver ran down everyone's spine.
At this moment, everyone reacted with utter horror.
The terrifying sound was because Li Changlin's fingers were pressing against Brother Ming's fist.
It was Brother Ming, unable to resist Li Changlin's strength; the joints of his fists were enduring inhumanly immense pressure!
Thump—suddenly, Brother Ming actually knelt down before Li Changlin.
He could no longer withstand such overpowering force, and if he didn't submit now, he feared all the joints in his hand would be ruined.
Brother Ming was a martial artist, and once his joints were destroyed, even if he had immense skills, he would be unable to use them.
"Spare, spare my life!" Kneeling down, Brother Ming began to plead in panic.
