The short and plump man cried out in pain, twisting his body to alleviate some of the agony in his fingers; it was excruciating. Accustomed to a life of comfort, he had never endured such suffering; tears were streaming down his face.
As soon as Ye Fan released his grip, the short and plump man hurriedly covered his fingers and retreated to the room. Just as he was about to shut the door, Ye Fan wedged it open and barged in.
Wang Xing could not help but sneer. The more forceful Ye Fan acted, the happier he was. Once the security called for backup, Ye Fan would not be able to leave unscathed.
