On the other side, Ye Xiong threw He Haodong to the ground and said coldly, "He Haodong, you really won't give up until you're staring at your own coffin. Have you forgotten the pain of your broken fingers so quickly? Let me jog your memory!"
He lifted He Haodong's hand and looked at the two fingers swollen like sausages. Then, he twisted them hard.
A scream like a slaughtered pig echoed through the forest. The agonizing sound startled Luo Weiwei, who was some distance away, and she hurried over in alarm.
He Haodong convulsed in pain.
Ye Xiong had broken his fingers yesterday, and he had been in agony all night. It had taken several doses of anesthetic for the pain to subside, and it had only just started to ease. He had rushed over today to torture Ye Xiong and get his revenge.