Yan Xianjue tilted his head and laughed silently for a while.
When he turned back around, Uncle Lu had already stuffed the towel Yan Xianjue had thrown on the ground into Fang Zhiyuan's mouth.
Yan Xianjue curled his lips and casually shifted his stance.
As Shen Fangli heard another familiar crack, Fang Zhiyuan's other hand broke as well.
Shen Fangli paused. "Good. With his hands broken, he won't be able to gamble anymore."
"My dad said long ago that his hands should be broken."
Yan Xianjue snorted with laughter. "Then President Shen's execution leaves something to be desired."
With both hands in his pockets, he said, "For a gambler who's already addicted, even if you broke all four of his limbs, he'd still crawl over to place a couple of bets."
Shen Fangli wanted to defend her father, but felt there was really no point.
Fang Zhiyuan was, at most, a poor relative who had come to suck her family dry.
He wasn't the first of his kind, nor would he be the last.
She asked Yan Xianjue in a consulting tone, "What do we do now?"
They couldn't actually have Yan Xianjue lift his foot and break all four of his limbs, could they?
A piece of trash like him wasn't worth dirtying Yan Xianjue's shoes.
Yan Xianjue raised an eyebrow. "You really want to hear my opinion?"
Shen Fangli nodded firmly.
Yan Xianjue gave a soft laugh. "Find a way to get him to Harbor City."
"Whether his creditors want to chop off his hands and feet or sell him to an illegal mine to recover some losses, it won't have anything to do with your family."
"And he'll probably never get the chance to come back for the rest of his life. One solution, forever."
Shen