Just as the curly-haired thug crashed into the wall with a thud, the buzz-cut thug lunged forward with his knife. However, all he saw was a blur before his hand suddenly became immovable!
The dagger hung in mid-air, while Zhao Yang had already grabbed the thug's wrist!
Upon seeing this, the thug immediately kicked out, but while his foot was still in the air, he heard a crisp "snap," and a heart-wrenching, tearing pain shot through his wrist!
Zhao Yang had actually twisted his wrist off!
As soon as Zhao Yang let go, the thug screamed miserably, clutched his wrist, dropped to his knees, and was drenched in a cold sweat from the pain!
Chen Ping was utterly stunned by this scene!
After a while, when the curly-haired thug had recovered somewhat, he stood up clutching his stomach.
Zhao Yang looked at him coldly and said, "This isn't your turf, yet you dare to be so arrogant. You're basically asking for death, you get that?"
