"Order your men to stop, or my next step will crush your broken rib into your heart."
From his superior position, Su Wen gazed coldly down at Qinglong beneath his foot.
Qinglong naturally couldn't show weakness in front of his underlings, and even with a pale face twisted in pain, he still retorted firmly, "If you have the guts, then kill me. I don't believe a country bumpkin like you has the nerve!"
"Is that so?"
With a frosty expression, Su Wen's right foot, planted on Qinglong's body, pressed down firmly.
"I don't think I've told you, but I'm a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and I have a much better understanding of the human body than ordinary people."
"Like right now, your second rib is broken. If I apply pressure in this spot, you should be able to feel the bone touching your heart in an unusual sensation."
"This is a feeling most people will never experience in their lifetime. You might want to savor it."
