"Heh." A derisive laugh slipped from Li Beijue's Lip, full of hidden meaning.
The man didn't know why his heart suddenly crawled with dread. The wild laughter on his Face died, and he stared at him nervously.
Li Beijue's falcon-like eyes were cold and ruthless. He swept him a glance, didn't even look at the person beside him, and ordered, "废了他一根手指!"
"…"
What did that mean?
The man hadn't reacted yet when the Bodyguards on both sides had already grabbed his hand. One of them pressed his Left hand Little finger down on the tea table, didn't even blink, snatched up the Ashtray beside him, and smashed it down with a crack!
"Ah!" He let out a bloodcurdling scream.
The Bodyguard who carried out the order touched his broken Finger without any expression, and calmly gave a report to the man on the sofa, "Master Jue, 012 has completed the task!"
