Ye Ling was domineering and peerless, like the grim reaper, a word or phrase from him could potentially snatch away a person's life.
"You can bump into me, but bumping into my woman is unacceptable. Not only did you crash into her, but you also spouted insolence and added insult to injury. Do you really fucking think you're number two under heaven?"
"Apologize, or die!" Ye Ling's palm suddenly twisted, and the grating sound of a bone breaking made everyone feel a shudder of horror.
Those who had their mouths agape at the front desk, watching Ye Ling, felt that this delicate-looking young man was just too fierce, fierce enough to make everyone's heart tremble in fear.
"Quick! Let go of Young Master Liu! He is the Crown Prince of the Four Seas Gang in Baowan. Whoever lays a hand on him will pay with their lives!"
The one who had just been kissing up to the young man bellowed, his face twisted as he revealed the identity of the man whose wrist Ye Ling had twisted.
