Before Lin Anning's face could be touched, she had already grabbed the wrist and flipped the hand upward with a twist, immediately causing a sudden feeling of powerlessness in the shoulder.
With a crack, an intense pain followed, and the entire right arm went limp and hung down, dislocated.
Chen Wanyuan came to his senses and fell to the ground, wailing like a slaughtered pig.
"It hurts, it hurts like hell."
The people who had come with him were all young thugs in their teens or twenties, none of whom had seen such a scene before and were immediately stunned.
Lin Anning dusted off her hands and kicked Chen Wanyuan over with a foot.
"You can't remember if I say too much, so I'll just have to teach you a lesson."
"This time it's the arm, next time I can't guarantee where it will be, scram..."
With a fierce shout, the few thugs finally came to their senses and clumsily helped Chen Wanyuan up.
"Brother Wanyuan, hurry, to the hospital!"
