"Hah! Paying with your life? You've got some nerve, acting tough after stealing from our village. I'll make sure you don't leave here alive!"
The man kicking him was about to swing a punch straight at Ge Dejun's face.
Ge Dejun's hands were held back; he was powerless to fight or dodge. As the fist nearly smashed into his face, a gust of wind blew by, and Chiang Xiao rushed forward, seizing his wrist abruptly and twisting it without a second thought.
There was a crisp crack.
Everyone froze.
After a few seconds of silence, the man suddenly screamed in agony.
"Ah! My hand! My hand is broken!"
His hand was twisted at a grotesque angle. He was in so much pain he didn't dare move, and beads of cold sweat covered his face.
But Chiang Xiao did not let him go. Instead, she kicked him furiously, sending him flying!