"No way!"
"Absolutely not!"
Wang Caiyun and Old Mrs. Bi spoke at the same time. Bi Xia sneered, "No way? Absolutely not?"
"Right now, it's no longer up to you, but up to me!"
Her starry eyes turned cold, watching as three sturdy strong men entered the cell. Two blocked the door, while one approached Bi Qingzhi.
Bi Xia squinted slightly and said slowly, "Old Mrs. Bi, do you remember what I told you today?"
"What?" Old Mrs. Bi had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, she heard that chilly voice slowly ring out, "You hit my brother today and injured his arm. So, your precious grandson will have to give me my brother's arm back... Hit him!"
As soon as the words fell, one strong man stepped to Old Mrs. Bi's side, bent down to pick up one half of her broken cane, strode over to Bi Wu, threw Wang Caiyun, who tried to block him, aside, and mercilessly struck Bi Wu's arm with the cane.
