Ignoring the shock he repeatedly gave to Pei Yan, Lin Junzhao stood up and squatted in front of Mr. Mu. She poked the man, who resembled a dead pig, with her finger. Seeing no reaction, she returned to her seat and beckoned to him on the ground.
"Ahhhhh!" A pitiful scream burst from Mu's mouth. Pei Yan squinted his eyes to clearly see, at such a close distance, that Mu's arm was bent at an angle impossible for an ordinary person. Under Lin Junzhao's finger movements, the arm was violently bent back and forth in mid-air, until the joints broke, and the protruding bones pierced the flesh, yet she did not stop.
Pei Yan was no stranger to such scenes; many times, he was the one carrying them out. Recalling how Mu had folded and squeezed the Origin Maiden like an object into a laughing, sealed box, Pei Yan somewhat understood Lin Junzhao's actions at this moment.
