Right after that, his wrist suddenly twisted, letting out a sound that made one's teeth ache.
Looking closely, that mountain knife forged from fine steel had actually been twisted into a braided cruller shape by his bare hands.
The burly man was scared out of his wits, all his earlier arrogance gone without a trace, and he immediately tossed the knife and tried to run.
But before he could even retreat half a step, Fang Cheng had already reversed his hand, clamping down on the man's elbow and snapping it outward.
"Krak—"
A sharp, grating crack of bone sounded, and the burly man's arm bent backward at a ninety-degree angle.
Riding the momentum, Fang Cheng grabbed him by the collar and hurled this over-two-hundred-pound body out like a cannonball.
The burly man slammed straight into the three or four thugs rushing up behind him, knocking them over and smashing through an entire row of high-end liquor cabinets.
Clang clang clang——
