"Ah! My hand is broken!"
Li Feng fell to the ground, screaming miserably, clutching his wrist in agony.
However, Qin Hao's cold voice echoed once again in his ears.
"It's not over yet!"
With those words, Li Feng heard a cracking sound, nearly fainting from the intense pain at his ankle.
He knew his ankle was also broken; the pain and the shock made him cry out in terror, "You devil!"
After saying this, the pain overtook him, and he completely passed out.
Qin Hao looked coldly at the group of bodyguards. Now, these tall and burly men were all huddled in the corner, clutching their chests, their faces full of horror, as if they were looking at a Death God.
With just a glance, the bodyguards felt the presence of death.
"Ah!"
Someone couldn't help but scream, a puddle of yellow liquid spreading under them.
He was scared to pee himself!
Qin Hao restrained his killing intent, looking at Li Feng with disdain.
