"Big brother, I only have ten fingers!"
Liu Xiaofeng's complexion was pale as snow, his expression a mix of utter despair and helplessness, "I can't just conjure up an extra finger, can I?"
"Is that so?"
Mo Han's gaze drifted to a spot below Liu Xiaofeng's waist, his lips curling up slightly, "Then let's make one appear!"
"Go Lao'er, I'll leave the last finger for you to deal with."
"Hehe, Mister Mo, don't worry, I guarantee you'll be completely satisfied with my work!"
With a sinister smile, Go Lao'er beckoned with a large hand, and two subordinates stepped forward, holding Liu Xiaofeng firmly in place, rendering him immobile.
"Bang!"
Go Lao'er lifted his knee and thrust it forcefully against the lower abdomen of Liu Xiaofeng.
"Ah!"
Liu Xiaofeng let out a wail of agony as the two surrounding him released their hold, leaving him to curl up into a ball, writhing in excruciating pain.
