Shi Chong's hand bones were broken.
"Ah!"
Watching Shi Chong scream like a pig being slaughtered—
Ye Liuyun grabbed his wrist and hauled it up in front of his face.
"Am I too easy-going? How come trash like you dares to bark in front of me?"
"Crack!"
Another series of sharp snaps.
Not just the wrist—this time, a whole arm was crippled.
"Aaaah!"
Another round of pig-slaughter screams.
At this moment, in the courtyard, aside from Shi Chong's yelling, there were no other sounds.
The Embroidered Uniform Guards who'd been here were all staring over, dumbfounded—it was clear they hadn't expected Ye Liuyun to actually make a move right now.
"Go...go on, do it!"
Even now, Shi Chong's eyes blazed at Ye Liuyun. Still savage as hell.
He seriously didn't know how to be afraid, huh.
"You lot got a death wish?"
Enduring the agony in his arm, Shi Chong spat out an order at his subordinates behind him.
Though these men feared Ye Liuyun's strength and froze in place—
