Defeating his opponent with a single punch, Lin Yun's decisive move left everyone dumbfounded. Those young men who originally thought Lin Yun could only run away now felt their faces burn with shame—it was a silent slap in the face.
With both arms shattered, the man lay on the ground, wailing incessantly. Raw, white bone protruded through the skin of both his forearms—a gruesome sight.
"Young Master Tang, I may not have any backing," Lin Yun said, his eyes fixed on Tang Wushuang without sparing the man on the ground a glance, "but when facing someone who wishes to humiliate me, is this really going too far?"
Their eyes met, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to a freezing point. Many had seen Tang Wushuang exchange a meaningful glance with the man. Even those who missed it knew Tang Wushuang's character well enough.
