"What is this?"
Curious, Lin Yanran, hiding behind Zhang Xiaoshan, lifted the lid of the brocade box.
"Ah."
The next moment, she screamed in fright and knocked the brocade box out of Zhang Xiaoshan's hand, immediately revealing a bloody finger.
"So scary, ah."
Lin Yanran clung tightly to Zhang Xiaoshan's arm, already in tears from fear.
Liang Chengdao also shuddered.
Zhang Xiaoshan's face was stern.
"Are you tired of living?"
His sharp gaze locked onto Yang Tao.
"Hehehe."
Yang Tao, completely unaware of the impending disaster, said with a smile.
"Young man, don't be so boastful. Be careful not to bite your tongue. Aren't you curious where that finger came from?"
"Then let me tell you, it's from your subordinate, Baldy Liu, the vice president of the White Dragon Association. He argued with me, and I tore off his finger alive. Next, I plan to let you watch as your family and friends are dismembered one by one right before you..."
