Zhao Dong grabbed Cheng Haoyuan's legs and squeezed hard.
CRACK! CRACK!
Two sharp snaps echoed as Cheng Haoyuan let out a bloodcurdling scream, his legs brutally broken. The sound of splintering bone was enough to make one's scalp crawl. Standing to the side, Yang Sixue was utterly horrified by the scene.
With his legs completely crippled, Cheng Haoyuan was now disabled. Zhao Dong gripped his chin, his gaze as sharp as a blade as it pierced into Cheng Haoyuan's eyes. "I'm sparing your life," he said coldly. "Go tell your uncle to come and find me for revenge. Tell him that I, Zhao Dong, am waiting."
With that, Zhao Dong hauled Cheng Haoyuan to the door and flung him outside. His body hit the ground in the distance like a discarded ball.
Zhao Dong closed the door. A moment later, Yang Sixue, now fully dressed, emerged from the bedroom. As she looked at Zhao Dong standing by the entrance, a peculiar light flickered in her eyes.
