There was no need to hesitate; almost instantly, Tang Qing was sure that Lin Junbao's actions were akin to courting death, threatening someone of all people, he had to provoke Chen Wei, the God of Killing...
It was simply courting self-destruction!
Chen Wei's physical response confirmed Tang Qing's thoughts were correct.
With a crisp snap,
Yan Suli, being so close, heard it very clearly.
Half a second later, staring at his own bent wrist, which couldn't be twisted back, Lin Junbao finally realized something was terribly wrong!
His complexion turned ashen and, his features contorted, he abruptly stood up, "Ah! My hand! My hand!"
With such a loud voice, even those audience members sitting in the front row, near the sound equipment, couldn't ignore it.
All turned their head unconsciously, their gaze rising up to him.
Then, the movie paused, the staff walked in, and the lights came on.
"What happened?" a staff member asked.
Thinking someone had suddenly fallen ill at first.
