'Of course. What else would you expect from a Foreign Language University student? Just listen to him—already painting himself as some righteous, honorable man, completely omitting the fact that he beat Xue Yue this morning.'
This wasn't the first time He Lang had seen someone twist the truth, but it was rare to encounter someone so sanctimonious and mindlessly self-assured.
He Lang looked down and began to roll up his sleeves, then slowly walked toward Niu Hongjun.
At the sight, Niu Hongjun took two steps back, gulping audibly.
As He Lang drew near, he even reached out a hand to stop him.
"Uh—Bro, let's talk this out."
But He Lang grabbed the outstretched hand. With a sharp twist and a sickening CRACK, the man's entire hand went limp.
Niu Hongjun let out a horrific scream that was utterly terrifying to hear.
Li Lanying's eyes flew wide, as if she were witnessing the impossible.
