"Caught a petty thief, everyone don't worry about it!"
The commotion from Wei Fan and Han Qian's fight had already startled the neighbors. Someone opened their door to ask if Wei Fan needed help, but he persuaded them to go back inside.
He lowered his head to look at the subdued Han Qian and said, "Not talking? Do you want me to make this unpleasant for you?"
Han Qian's expression changed, and the next moment he felt a piercing pain in his hand, contorting his face in agony.
It was because Wei Fan had crushed one of his fingers, leaving it a mangled bloody mess.
Han Qian gritted his teeth and said, "I accept it, but someone will settle this blood debt for me sooner or later!"
He was tough; even though his finger was crushed, he didn't cry out.
Crack…
Seeing this, Wei Fan proceeded to crush Han Qian's remaining fingers: "You have one last chance!"
Han Qian's expression was painfully twisted, and his whole body broke out in a sweat, but he still didn't speak.
