The naive young lad, who had no idea of the severity of the consequences of his actions, was dazed from the beating and rolled on the ground in pain, having been used to swaggering around with the support of his group of brothers, bullying others, and thinking of himself as the boss, second only to the heavens, with no one worthy of his attention. When he had entered the room just moments before, his arrogance was almost unbearable.
Because he believed that no one here dared to touch him, but now that he had been beaten down, he became furious and cursed loudly, "You son of a...."
Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Fan raised his foot and stomped hard on the young man's injured left hand, grinding it forcefully, causing the youth to arch his body in pain and wail with his mouth wide open, the pain was simply too much to bear.
