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"Was it this hand that touched you?"
Every time Qiao Chutian thought about that phone call, he trembled with rage.
Mai Xiaomai pointed towards the short man...
Towards this man, all she felt was disgust, nothing but disgust...
Qiao Chutian walked over to the man, extended his foot clad in hard leather shoes, and fiercely stamped on the back of his hand...
The short man cried out miserably, almost fainting from the pain.
"Was it this hand that touched my wife?"
Qiao Chutian's dark eyes coldly stared at him, his whole body emanating a chilling murderous and furious intent, like Asura from hell.
"No... not that..."
The short man hurriedly said.
"Then it must be this one!"
Qiao Chutian let go, then stamped on his other hand...
The short man was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back, and cold sweat broke out all over him.
The agony from gunshot wounds and unceasing bleeding, compounded by being trampled on, was simply unbearable for a human.
