The piercing screams echoed in everyone's ears, sending shivers down their spines. To break someone's arm just like that, it must hurt so much.
The tall, thin man's arms hung limply, looking quite pathetic and truly in pain, so he couldn't help but want to speak.
Bo Yimo chuckled softly, his eyes deepening as if a storm was brewing. "Want to talk? Too bad I don't want to listen."
Thoughtfully, Little Nine gagged him.
After finishing the task, Little Nine silently patted himself on the back. He really was a considerate good bodyguard.
The tall, thin man thought this was it, but he didn't know this was just the beginning, the painful beginning. From now on, his life would be spent in agony and regret.
Bo Yimo spoke indifferently, "Take him away."
It seemed the young master was really angry. This wasn't enough; he needed to be taken back for more. It looked like this person wouldn't have any good days ahead.
