Many people surrounded the outskirts of the small Xiao Gu Village Primary School. A gang of hoodlums, holding metal pipes, stood outside with a fiercely threatening air, and one could sense a deadly aura just by looking at them.
At the school gate, Ning Fan held Zhu Ba's hand in his, smiling amicably with a seemingly harmless expression on his face.
"Heh heh."
In the face of Zhu Ba's furious shouting, Ning Fan chuckled lightly, his smile turning dangerous.
Zhu Ba seemed to sense something, and his complexion turned ugly.
Just as he was about to make a threatening remark, Ning Fan exerted strength in his wrist, and the intimidating sound of cracking bones resounded in everyone's ears.
"Aaahhh!"
Zhu Ba screamed, his face instantly turning as white as a sheet, void of any blood color. He was in so much pain that he immediately knelt on the ground, his whole arm trembling violently.
Ning Fan had just twisted his wrist out of shape.
