You Want To Provoke My Man With Just That?　

"Go Claude!"

"Claude, use power."

"Claude, did you not eat dinner?"

"Claude, did you use all your energy on a woman?"

Everyone in the coastal rescue team was on Claude's side, cheering him on. However, Claude couldn't move Chen Zhao's arm even when his face had turned red.

Fali scoffed at him. "Claude, you want to provoke my man with just that?"

Hearing Fali's words, Claude tried even harder. But despite using all his force, he still couldn't make Chen Zhao budge.

Chen Zhao gradually added more strength and Claude's expression became pained. Chen Zhao wasn't pushing down. Instead, he was squeezing.

It felt like Claude's hand was clamped in a vise. "I surrender!" he finally yelled. "Let go, let go!"

Chen Zhao finally let go. Claude grasped his left hand and rubbed it without stop. It felt like Chen Zhao would break his hand.

"Chen, seriously, are you arm wrestling or squeezing his wrist? You're too much."