"Ah!"
Zhu Yiming's attack was neither too light nor too heavy, leaving a bleeding cut in front of Ning Zeyan, instantly staining the clothes in front of him red.
The pain made Ning Zeyan cry out involuntarily, just as he was about to fight back, Zhu Yiming swiftly stabbed his left wrist with a knife, then reached out to hold down his other hand, stabbing it in once more with precision.
Ning Zeyan almost fainted from the pain, and the next second, Zhu Yiming used the same method on his ankles.
"Alright, both the hand and foot tendons are crippled, now you can only lie here obediently at my mercy!" Zhu Yiming raised an eyebrow at Lu Beichen, "Satisfied?"
"He's fainted!" Lu Beichen took a drag on his cigarette, speaking blandly as white smoke spilled from his mouth, but with a mysterious scent.
