"Crack!"
The crisp sound of breaking came from Ye Ling's hand.
Immediately after, the man's face turned pale, and he let out a scream of agony.
Clearly, Ye Ling had broken his wrist.
"Bang!"
Ye Ling curled his lips and, with a size 44 shoe, his foot lashed out fiercely.
The man's chest visibly caved in and he flew over ten meters before harshly hitting the ground, kicking up dust, then remained silent.
"Too weak."
Ye Ling clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying, "With this level of strength, you were also thinking of killing my wife? You're taking yourself too seriously."
Shen Yuexin stood by, somewhat stunned.
It wasn't Ye Ling's words that shocked her, but his strength.
She had guessed that Ye Ling was no ordinary man, but who could have thought he would be this strong?
He was frighteningly strong!
