Britney only heard a cracking sound. By the time she reacted, Curt's wrist had already broken.
She patted her chest in shock. This time, her reaction was too slow. Otherwise, she could have dealt with it herself.
Feeling the hostility from the surroundings, she looked at Clarence.
Clarence's deep eyes were terrifyingly cold. "Take your dirty hands away!"
Clarence then wrapped his arm around Britney's waist, obviously claiming something.
The pain made Curt sober up half in an instant. Looking at the woman he liked in the hands of another man at this moment, anger surged up. "Damn it! How dare you steal my woman! Guys, go ahead!"
Clarence's eyes suddenly became cold. The atmosphere around him tensed up. He lowered his head and whispered in Britney's ear, "Stand aside and wait for me."
