The crisp cracking sounds made everyone who heard them feel a numb sensation in their shoulders.
Having one's arm forcibly snapped by someone—one could imagine the kind of pain that entailed.
The surrounding crowd fell completely silent, staring blankly at the mercenary who had fainted from the pain.
Seeing his subordinate treated like this, Mu Li felt a deep chill in his heart. Chen Cheng clearly did not take him seriously at all.
Chen Cheng felt no psychological burden after breaking the man's arm. The man had spoken insolently and even tried to get handsy with Yan Lingji. Chen Cheng breaking one of his arms was perfectly justified.
"You taught him well, sir," Mu Li said with a gloomy expression. Though resentment filled his heart, he did not dare show it before Chen Cheng.
Chen Cheng had crippled his subordinate, yet not only could he not seek justice, he even had to speak up in praise.
Mu Li's inaction left the remaining two mercenaries somewhat disheartened. Everything they had done had been for Mu Li's sake. Not only had they gained nothing from it, one of their companions had been crippled.
There was also a trace of fear in the way they looked at Chen Cheng. He had so easily dealt with a mercenary of their level. They knew that if they stepped forward, their ends would not be any better.
The two quietly backed away, keeping their distance from Chen Cheng for fear that he might suddenly attack again.
At that moment, a pulling force appeared in Chen Cheng's hand, drawing up the saber the mercenary had dropped earlier. Grasping the hilt with the blade pointed downward, Chen Cheng hurled it forcefully toward Mu Li.
Mu Li's heart jolted, and he instinctively took a step back. Then he discovered