Fan Xiaoyu's eyebrows furrowed. She was very grateful that Liu Wentian was willing to help her, but Liu Wentian clearly did not understand the consequences of provoking these people from the underworld. He was a bit too arrogant. She wanted to say more, but Liu Wentian had already started to speak again.
He said indifferently to Wu Rong, "Put your claw down. Keep pointing it at my nose, and I'll twist it off."
Fan Xiaoyu's face changed. This man was really too impetuous. His words were a threat to Wu Rong, and given Wu Rong's personality, he would definitely bear a grudge against him now!!
Sure enough, Wu Rong's expression turned ugly upon hearing Liu Wentian's words, "Kid, it looks like you're really asking for death. What if an old fart like me points at you? What can you do? You think you're something special?"
A cold light flashed in Liu Wentian's eyes, and his right hand shot out, grasping Wu Rong's pointing right index finger and bending it upwards.
Crack!!
"Ah!!"
