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Ahhhh!!!
At this moment, Sun Zetao's wrist was twisted at an unnatural angle, and he was kneeling on the ground, emitting a miserable cry.
"My hand... my hand is broken!"
His complexion was pale, and cold sweat continuously dripped from his forehead; the arrogance from before had completely vanished.
Just now, Ye Xuan had shown no mercy, directly breaking Sun Zetao's wrist and kicking him to the ground like a dead dog.
"I hate it most when people curse my family."
Ye Xuan's face remained calm as if he had done something trivial and spoke indifferently.
Sun Zetao glared at Ye Xuan with venomous eyes, wishing he could flay him alive: "Kid, you dare to break my hand? I swear, I will sleep with every woman in your family, then kill them all!"
His voice was filled with malice, and his face showed a mixture of madness and ferocity.
"Say what you just said again."
