"You! Deserve! To die!"
Without any unnecessary words, Hu Xiaodong, after saying these three resounding words, suddenly tightened his grip, causing the short man to cry out in pain.
It must be noted that his arms had been refined through years of archery practice, making his finger strength and arm strength far beyond the average person.
And at this moment, the short man felt as if his wrist was caught by a pair of steel tongs, unable to move or escape, and eventually his wailing turned into a squealing noise like that of a slaughtered pig.
"Release!" With another word from Hu Xiaodong, the short man crumpled to the ground and timely let go, causing the steel pipe in his hand to fall.
Acheng, quick-eyed and swift, saw the steel pipe drop and quickly leaped forward to retrieve it, then stepped back to his side once more.
