"Ouch, brother, mercy, mercy!" The man's face turned bright red with pain, turning into a deep purplish hue.
At this moment, Lin Chuan's mouth curved into an eerie smile as he said, "Weren't you acting all high and mighty just now?"
"I...I was wrong." The man was drenched in sweat.
"Kneel down and beg me then!" Lin Chuan said disdainfully.
"I...I..." The man's face was a picture of embarrassment.
Crack...
Lin Chuan increased the pressure.
Thump...
Finally, the man could no longer withstand Lin Chuan, and he knelt down on both knees. Choking up, he said, "Brother, have mercy, please!"
"Going to try something like this again next time?" Lin Chuan asked.
"No...I dare not!" The man quickly shook his head.
Only then did Lin Chuan release his grip. The man felt as if his entire palm was no longer his own, numb and seemingly devoid of strength. He was in excruciating pain. Lin Chuan chuckled and said, "If you dare to do this again, I'll cripple this arm of yours."
