Song Fei's palm was being squeezed in Li Xiaoqiang's hand, and immediately, Song Fei's face turned a deathly pale as though he had just swallowed a bitter herb, unable to express his agony. He stared incredulously at Li Xiaoqiang and then screamed out in pain, "Ah, it's killing me."
His scream had just subsided when suddenly, a series of crackling bone-breaking sounds were heard.
The bystanders seeing Song Fei's expression at that moment were all terrified. Song Fei was their leader, a revered figure in their eyes, and now he was just being gripped by the palm and screaming so miserably. How strong was the opponent's grip?
At that moment, the lackeys brought by Song Fei couldn't help but gasp in shock. They instantly blacklisted Li Xiaoqiang.
While Song Fei was screaming, he didn't forget to strike at Li Xiaoqiang. His other palm shot directly towards Li Xiaoqiang's chest, but upon seeing this, Li Xiaoqiang just smiled slightly and said, "You're asking for it."
