"Who... who are you?!"
The two pickpockets who had rushed out now looked visibly unsettled, and their approach halted in that moment.
Clearly, Ye Xiao was no ordinary person; otherwise, he couldn't have known about the three other accomplices watching from the side.
"Who am I? That question, you should be asking Fang Zhe, not me."
Ye Xiao gave a slight smile, his palm exerting a bit more force.
Crack!
Another sound rang out, and the pickpocket, whose hand bones had already been broken by him, let out another heart-wrenching, lung-splitting scream.
"Ahh!!!"
Cold sweat continuously streamed down his forehead, almost instantly reaching his chest. If not for his thick winter clothes, the front of his shirt would surely have been soaked through.
The two pickpockets stood nearby, their faces deathly pale.
Ye Xiao not only knew their ringleader but also...
Looking at their associate's arm, now almost grotesquely twisted out of shape, both felt their scalps tingle with numbness!
