Amo's large hand was like an iron claw, gripping the pickpocket's hand as it reached towards Lv Qingzhu. With a scream of pain from the pickpocket, Amo's hand squeezed under it then immediately released.
The pickpocket's face turned deathly pale, and beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
His right hand drooped like a boneless chicken claw, and he shot a fearful glance at Lv Qingzhu and Amo before quickly walking away.
The pickpocket looked at his drooping right hand, assuming it was merely broken, not realizing that Amo's squeeze had completely ruined it.
Although there were no visible scars externally, the bones inside had shattered into powder.
Amo was born with divine power, yet she wasn't merely using brute force.
The squeeze she just performed actually contained twelve variations in an instant.
