Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan's words, Yan Qingdi's pupils suddenly shrank together. "Ye Xunhuan, what do you mean?"
"What do you think I mean?" Ye Xunhuan said coldly, "That hand that struck, I want that hand!"
Yan Qingdi's face darkened once again, his expression changing unpredictably, while the corner of his eye flicked to Lin Qingyun, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fan Sheng, when you've done something wrong, you must pay the price, I think you understand that!"
Ye Xunhuan had already crippled both of Lin Qingyun's hands, and he was even more willing to maim Fan Sheng. Now that Ye Xunhuan had put it this way, it was clear in his heart that this was making him, Yan Qingdi, break Fan Sheng's hand!
The next moment, Yan Qingdi suddenly reached out and grabbed Fan Sheng's shoulder.
After all, Yan Qingdi had been a soldier for two or three years back in the day, and being a member of the Yan family, he was naturally very skilled in martial arts captures!
"Snap!"