Zhao Yunchun felt his face burning with humiliation as he glared fiercely at Li Xiaoqiang and snapped, "Don't push your luck."
Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoqiang's rage bubbled up uncontrollably as he grabbed one of Zhao Yunchun's hands.
He swung the steel pipe in his hand and brought it crashing down; blood splattered everywhere as Zhao Yunchun's little finger was smashed to pieces by Li Xiaoqiang.
Writhing in agony, Zhao Yunchun almost passed out, but Li Xiaoqiang's subsequent slap awakened him. Li Xiaoqiang snorted coldly, "Motherfucker, I hate it when people threaten me. Are you going to pay up now or not? You've still got nine fingers left."
Seeing the faint smile on Li Xiaoqiang's face, Zhao Yunchun inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine and hastily nodded, "I'll pay, I'll pay."
Only then did Li Xiaoqiang let go of Zhao Yunchun.
Li Xiaoqiang said coldly, "Don't get any funny ideas, or next time it won't be as simple as just a finger."
