"Who the fuck dares to ruin my fun!"
Luo Wu was enraged. Someone had dared to interrupt him at such a critical moment. 'Do they not know the name of Young Master Luo?'
Immediately, Luo Wu tried to pull his hand back to punch and shatter whoever was obstructing him. But to his horror, his wrist felt as if it were caught in an iron vise. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't pull his hand back an inch.
After several failed attempts, Luo Wu finally turned his head. A young man in white entered his vision, causing his eyes to bulge in disbelief. "It's you!"
CRACK!
With a slight twist of that hand, the horrifying sound of grinding bone echoed from Luo Wu's wrist.
Aaargh!
Luo Wu let out a miserable shriek. The piercing sound made everyone in the crowd instinctively clench their legs, a chill running down their spines.
"Scram!"
