"Crack!" A sound.
Zhu Chongde's left arm broke with the noise, leaving both of his arms disabled; not only would he not be able to engage in evil deeds, he wouldn't even be able to lift his hands.
If it were up to him, Zhu Chongde certainly wouldn't want to have his arm broken by Mo Han.
But over the phone, his grandfather had made it very clear: if he didn't want to be expelled from the Zhu Family, he must accept this punishment and win the sympathy of Mister Mo before him.
"Ah!"
Zhu Chongde let out a scream of agony, his entire face as pale as snow. Due to the intense pain, his back was already soaked in sweat.
Despite this, he still endured the pain and managed to squeeze out a smile, "May I go now?"
Mo Han waved his hand, and the latter scrambled away, running out with Zhou William.
