Liu Jiagui had guessed absolutely right. Feng Jun had indeed caused the car accident, and it had been simple enough—one Divine Sense attack was all it took.
When he heard that Liu was still cursing nonstop the next day, he slipped into the hospital again that night and sealed the sensation in his lower body.
Feng Jun had not killed him, not merely because his crimes did not warrant death, but because he wanted to use this man as a warning to others.
To him, killing Liu Jiagui outright would have been letting the bastard off too easily. Not only did he not intend to kill him, he did not even plan to leave him in a long-term coma—I want you to live awake, feeling your life slip away bit by bit.
Aren't you good at pestering people and making trouble? Break both your legs and see how much trouble you can still make.
As for whether he would keep cursing? That did not matter. Curse all you want. When others saw how much he hated the Feng Family, they would naturally weigh the consequences of opposing them.
In fact, Feng Jun had killed a thug in Chaori County last year. Perhaps too much time had passed, and some people had once again lost their fear of the Feng Family.
Especially this time, he wanted to crush certain relatives' ambitions without making things difficult for his parents. The only way was to make an example of someone, and the more miserable the better. Whenever people saw Liu Jiagui, they would think of the consequences of provoking the Feng Family.
To achieve that effect, he had even delayed his return to Yang City. Otherwise, he would have left Chaori County early in the morning on the day after meeting Zhang Zeping.