Translator: Aran

  The black-moled young man grabbed at Ye Qingyu's wrists, and fiercely squeezed.

  At that instant, he could already imagine that he would very quickly hear the sounds of the bones in Ye Qingyu's hand snapping and breaking, hear the sounds of Ye Qingyu's tragic screams……

  But, the next moment, the rebounding force that came from his palm made the black-moled youth realize that something was not quite right.

  At the moment when he twisted, Ye Qingyu's..