Before others could react to what had happened, Lin Zhao was already lying on the ground with a painful expression on his face, his arm obviously dislocated, not daring to move again, just clenching his teeth, rolling on the ground in pain.
"I most despise it when someone points at me with their finger. Didn't your parents teach you that such behavior is impolite?" Chu Ge's gaze was piercing as he looked at Lin Zhao on the ground, speaking coldly.
At this point, Lin Zhao only felt a wave of pain spreading throughout his body, not caring at all what Chu Ge was saying. He gritted his teeth and angrily said to the several people behind him, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and help me out! Break this bastard's legs for me!"
Seeing their boss's arm had been broken, his men were naturally infuriated and one by one picked up their weapons, ready to rush forward and fight to the death with Chu Ge.
