"Hmm."
Fang Qiu gave a snort of contempt.
He grabbed the Third's shoulder in a flash.
"Get your hand off me!"
Shouted the Third, alarmed. Facing Fang Qiu with his back, he wielded his right arm and a cold beam of light glittered in his hand.
It was a flick knife.
Fang Qiu turned sideways to dodge the flick knife while pulling with his right arm to drag him down to the ground. He then quickly grabbed the right foot and stamped down with force.
"c***k!"
A crispy sound came.
This stamp broke the Third's right shin.
"Ah."
Lying on the ground, the Third hugged his leg with both hands and screamed out of pain.
Fang Qiu leaned forward and pulled the Third's hands open. He set the shin bone straight with a c***k sound.
"Don't mess with it!"
Fang Qiu gave a cold snort to
