As soon as he finished speaking, a slender, well-defined hand suddenly reached out from the side and directly grasped the wealthy merchant's wrist.
The wealthy merchant suspiciously looked over, but before he could react, Feng Fuce exerted force with his hand!
Everyone standing around heard the sound of the wealthy merchant's bones cracking.
Only then did the wealthy merchant let out a few wailing cries, rolling on the ground in pain. His hand hung limply as if it couldn't muster any strength, just swaying with his movements.
"You, you dare to injure me!" the wealthy merchant glared at Feng Fuce, his eyes red with rage.
Feng Fuce lowered his eyes and gave him a cold glance, as if looking at a man destined to die.
The youth said, "You are mistaken; it's not just about injuring you, but crippling you."
"What?!"
Feng Fuce gave him no time to respond, decisively ordering, "Hold him down."
