Liu Zilong pouted, his face twisted in pain as he yelled furiously, "Ouch, it hurts, let go, damn it, let go." Then, he turned his gaze on his underlings, who were frozen in place, and shouted, "What the hell are you doing? Get moving and help me!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Mou immediately increased the strength of his grip, and the cries of pain from Liu Zilong grew even louder. Liu Zilong pleaded wretchedly, "Brother, I was wrong. I won't be arrogant anymore. Please, let go of my hand."
Liu Mou responded indifferently, "Heh, giving up already? I thought you would hold out a little longer. I didn't expect you to fold so quickly. Tell me, who is looking for me, and what for?"
"It's, it's Brother Feng. He wants to see you." Liu Zilong was now scared out of his wits, as he could hear the sound of his arm dislocating. Just a little more force from Liu Mou, and the pain would be unbearable.
