Performing a split?
Hearing how Ye Xiu planned to deal with them, the members of the Ming and Li families were utterly dumbfounded. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine Ye Xiu would devise such a torturous method.
Even Qin Qing hadn't expected Ye Xiu's imagination to be so wild.
"A split is such a difficult move. I can do it, but I'm afraid my grandparents can't," Ming Yue said with a mournful expression.
"That's easy to solve. I'll just chop off their legs and arrange them in a line," Ye Xiu said, opening a beer and taking a sip.
A chill ran down the spines of everyone from the Ming and Li families.
"We won't do it! What can you do to us? I don't believe you'd really dare cut off our arms," Ming Yue said defiantly. She had to say it—if her family members were forced to do the splits, they'd surely break their legs.
"Alright, as you wish!" Ye Xiu stood up, knife in hand, and scanned the crowd. "One arm each. Who's first?"
