Another delicate arm was pinched in Li Ming's hand, likewise dripping with blood.
Agonizing pain swept through her nerves, and Chen Yan instinctively gritted her teeth trying to hold it in, but soon wanted to let out a wail.
Li Ming timely added, "If you scream, next time, I'll cut off your head."
Chen Yan took a deep breath, clenched her teeth hard, completely breaking down, and squeezed out from her throat, "What… what is wrong with you!"
Gasping for air, she stopped pretending, tore off her shirt, wrapped it around the severed arm to stop the bleeding, and stared coldly at Li Ming.
"Ha…" Li Ming dropped the half arm in his hand, which rolled on the ground twice, "I guessed right."
Hearing what Li Ming said, her expression became dazed again; it was hard to imagine what kind of madman this was, who, based solely on guesses, treated her so unreservedly in a way that didn't match the intelligence reports at all.
