"Ah!"
The youth let out a piercing scream of agony, like that of a pig being slaughtered, echoing in everyone's ears.
Fang Yi's sudden move stunned everyone, his move was so swift that no one could react in time before he had already snapped the young man's finger.
Fang Yi remained calm and unfazed, yet his eyes were cold, containing an intimidating light that could shake a person's core.
Fang Yi had killed abroad, experienced blood and fire; for Fang Yi, killing was a simple matter, and he had long cultivated the aura of a butcher.
It was a kind of temperament, indescribable, yet palpable, like how one might feel fear at the sight of a stranger who possesses an air of immense authority, who in fact is a battle-hardened soldier.
And now, Fang Yi was just like that. These youths were merely pampered children who grew up in a peaceful era after all. They might come from powerful, prestigious, and wealthy families, but they'd never met a real tough guy.