With a slap!
He Hong smacked his hand down on the armrest of the sofa.
He raged, "What the hell do you think you are, strutting around in front of me, a mere Deputy Mayor of a county-level city, not even from Yong'an Province, coming to provoke me in my home? I think you don't want to live. Ah Fu, give this man a slap!"
At his command,
the middle-aged man walked up to Yu Zhengchuan.
He raised his hand.
Before he could strike,
Yu Zhengchuan grabbed his wrist and twisted it gently, only to hear a snap.
Ah Fu's smug expression froze on his face.
Following,
he grabbed his right wrist with his left hand and started wailing miserably, howling like ghosts and wolves.
"It's broken, my hand is broken, my hand is broken..."
Yu Zhengchuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, it can be reattached, but you need to go to the hospital quickly. If you're late, this hand might be ruined."
Ah Fu's face turned pale with fright.