The speaker was a burly man with a grotesque tumor on his shoulder, extremely ugly to behold.
When Chen Yu saw this guy, he involuntarily frowned, astonished that someone bearing such a hideous growth dared to wander about in public.
The tumor was a light pink color, probably connected to blood vessels inside the body, so any jolting or heavy blows could potentially tug at nerves within.
"Why are you speaking so loudly? Aren't you afraid of dropping dead on the spot!"
Chen Yu stepped forward and grabbed the man's shoulder.
The man felt a blur before his eyes and his body stiffened, unable to move an inch.
Even though the tumor on his shoulder was unsightly and threatening to his life, it was, in a sense, his leverage.
Strutting around the streets with such an appendage, if anyone dared touch him, he would collapse to the ground and extort from them.
