Han Shirong, seeing his own shattered wrist, let out a scream akin to that of a pig being slaughtered while great fear also showed in his eyes. He knew that his hand was now useless.
"Damn it, what are you all standing there for? Attack! Cripple him! Break his hands and feet! Damn it, strike!"
Immediately, Han Shirong started yelling hysterically, his face twisting grotesquely like a demon's as he glared fiercely at Xiao Zheng, as if he wanted to devour him alive.
The bystanders, seeing such a state in Han Shirong, felt a chill in their hearts. Minister Liu and his company, witnessing this scene, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, grateful they hadn't enraged Han Shirong earlier.
Mu Yiqing, seeing this, was frightened and hid behind Xiao Zheng. Xiao Zheng gave a slight smile and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
