"Kid, I'm in a bad mood today, so if you don't want to lose an arm or a leg, scram!" the person known as Young Master Ming said to Ding Fan standing aside.
Ding Fan coldly regarded the person named Young Master Ming. "Scram!"
These second-generation rich kids were idle and wasted their days away. Ding Fan had never had much of an impression of these people.
"F*ck, kid, you still dare to act tough in front of Young Master Ming? Do you have a death wish?" A lackey behind Young Master Ming immediately pointed a finger towards Ding Fan, speaking arrogantly.
But before the lackey could retract his pointing finger, Ding Fan suddenly exerted force. His right hand moved like lightning, firmly grasping the lackey's index finger.
"I'll teach you the manners your parents failed to, so you'll understand what politeness means," Ding Fan said calmly, before he forcefully twisted, breaking the man's right finger. The sound of splintering bone was heard clearly by everyone present.
