Lin Yi looked at him.
"That's the rule," Han Yue said, and there was something in the way he said it that was not entirely genuine.
The crowd was watching. Several people had their datapads out. The extraction zone had become a very public stage.
Lin Yi reached out. His hand closed around Han Yue's left arm at the elbow, and he applied precise force to the specific joint point.
Han Yue's breath changed.
Lin Yi increased the pressure incrementally.
The sound Han Yue made was controlled, because he was genuinely trained, but it was present. His left arm bent at an angle that arms were not designed to sustain under external force.
With further pressure from Lin Yi, Han Yue couldn't sustain it, and he gave in.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
"I'm the sect leader," Han Yue said. It came out through his teeth. "I'm the sect leader of the Dragon King Sect."
Lin Yi released the arm.
