Ye Fengsheng used one hand to cut through his arm, and the immense force pierced through his bones. At first, the sound of the fracture seemed to be withering and stretching, with noticeable ripples in the skin and muscles on his small arm. Under Ye Fengsheng's control, it slowly spread from bottom to top, reaching the arm, and suddenly erupted fiercely from under Pei Lian's face.
"I have many ways to make you talk. If you can grit your teeth and not speak, I can ask others. I know many from the Pei Family have joined them this time. I'm not afraid to tell you that the Leader of Kunlun has already stepped into Yuan Ying, but even Yuan Ying is not my match. Even Qingzhi, the master of the underworld, was killed by me. Yuan Ying hasn't joined the World Trade Organization. No one from the Pei Family will be willing to return this time."
"Including Pei here!"
During the conversation, Ye Fengsheng stomped again, pressing on Pei Lian's left kneecap.
