"Stinking woman! Don't talk crap to me about foreign stuff, some 'arts and crafts', I don't understand! I only know money, we Wanbao Villagers do our own thing, and we enjoy it! It's not your place, woman, to boss us around!" The thin man with crooked eyebrows pointed at Cai Yan and let loose a stream of foul abuse.
Liu Hun's eyes turned cold, and he moved in an instant, grabbing the man's fingers. With a "crack" sound like snapping a peanut, the man's fingers were broken on the spot.
"Ah! It hurts... hurts, I'm going to kill your damn father... ah..." The man with crooked eyebrows whimpered in pain as Liu Hun twisted his fingers.
The young men from Wanbao Village looked on as Liu Hun dared to swagger on their turf, and throwing their punches, they went for Liu Hun.
