"I said, you best not move, it's not too late to back off now!" Li Xiaobao said with a cold smile, speaking again.
"Pretentious trickster!" Ah-Biao looked at Li Xiaobao with a flushed face, let out a roar, and reached for Li Xiaobao's shoulder.
"Ah!"
Just when Ah-Biao's hand fiercely grabbed Li Xiaobao's shoulder, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his palm, his face instantly changed, and his hand retracted quickly.
"Ah!"
With another agonized scream, Ah-Biao found his hand felt as though it had been pierced by thousands of fine needles, incessantly bleeding.
"You, you..." Suddenly, Ah-Biao looked at Li Xiaobao in horror and kept backing away.
"What's going on?"
Seeing Ah-Biao's arm bleeding profusely, everyone in the room was shocked; this was completely beyond their expectations. How did Li Xiaobao hurt Ah-Biao's hand?
Standing by the door, Qin Hao found it unbelievable as well.