Then he directly grabbed the hand of one of the thugs at the front and placed it on the table.
A suddenly gleaming dagger appeared in the palm of Su Ming's other hand.
Immediately, he gripped the dagger tightly and stabbed it hard into the thug's hand.
He then twisted the dagger forcefully through the flesh and blood of the thug's hand.
"Ahhhh!"
The excruciating pain made the thug let out a heart-wrenching wail.
The intense agony made his face turn pale, and beads of sweat kept forming on his forehead.
The three thugs behind inhaled sharply at the sight.
Their gazes towards Su Ming were as if looking at a Demon Asura descending from Hell to Earth.
A bone-chilling cold spread throughout their bodies, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and they trembled like vibrating sieves.
Yu Haichen saw this and kept swallowing, his eyes nearly popping out in fear.
