Ye Long looked at Liu Yang and just smiled. For Ye Long, there really wasn't anyone who dared to be so brazen with him, and those who tried ended up with a life-long lesson in humility!
"Crack!"
In response to Liu Yang's arrogance, Ye Long opted for a practical lesson in manners. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed Liu Yang's hand—the one that had flipped his plate—twisted it down sharply, and easily broke his wrist!
"Ah..."
Liu Yang screamed in agony, grimacing in pain!
"This hand of yours is asking for trouble, so I'm just giving it a lesson to remember!" Ye Long said with a cold sneer.
The thugs standing next to Liu Yang stepped forward immediately, looking at Ye Long with disdain and said, "Kid, you've got some nerve, hitting our guy right in front of us. Are we invisible to you?"
Ye Long looked at the thugs and chuckled, "You guys are nothing. Why should I even notice you?"
