"Cough... let go... you hairless monster..."
Dave's feet kicked wildly in the air. His face had turned a terrifying purplish red, and both hands clung desperately to the gray-eyed brute's steel-like arm.
"Your neck is about to make a beautiful snapping sound. That's my favorite sound." The gray-eyed brute grinned viciously, his fingers tightening further.
Dave's vision began to blur. His severely oxygen-starved brain screamed warnings, and a piercing ringing filled his ears.
Am I going to die?
Yang Ming's scheming face suddenly flashed through his mind, along with that bowl of strangely scented "special Pig Slop."
"When there's a huge strength gap, don't fight muscle with muscle! Go for the joints! Bending joints backward is a physical weakness of every carbon-based life-form!" The image of Yang Ming coldly lecturing him while dissecting a lab mouse with a scalpel loomed before his eyes.
"Here goes nothing!"
Dave clenched his teeth hard enough to crack them, his eyes bulging. He abandoned his futile attempts to pry the brute's wrist away and suddenly flipped both hands upward. His fingers clamped like iron pincers around the brute's thick thumb!
Then he used his full dangling body weight, combined with the terrifying explosive strength he had developed from being beaten by Asgard's gods, and wrenched it outward as far as it would go!
"Crack!"
A teeth-grating snap rang clearly through the enclosed office.
The brute's thumb snapped backward ninety degrees. A white shard of bone pierced his rough skin, exposed to the air, and blood instantly gushed out!
It worked! Dave was ecstatic. Any normal person suffering an injury like that would scream in pain and let go.
But a second later, Dave's smile froze on his face.
The gray-eyed brute did not even furrow his brow. He glanced at his broken thumb, then