Wang Ye, upon hearing the man's words, naturally did not follow what the man said.
Instead, he looked at the man.
He asked the man, "Why should we take off our masks?"
"Cut the crap!"
The man seemed impatient and reached out to remove the masks of both Wang Ye and Su Wanqing.
Anger surged in Wang Ye's eyes.
They had bullied him personally.
If he did not teach the offender a lesson, would people really think he was a pushover?
Wang Ye placed a hand on a pressure point on the man's wrist and gently pressed down, appearing extremely casual, as if he hardly used any force.
But the man let out a cry of pain.
Then,
The entire left wrist of the man became limp and hung at his side, the other wrist was similarly subdued by Wang Ye in the same manner.
"Ahhh!"
Streams of painful cries came out from the man's mouth.
He hadn't expected Wang Ye to strike directly.
Not only did he strike directly, but the blows were also extremely ruthless.