"Heh, think whatever you like. Come at me again." Chen Shuang chuckled softly and spoke with contempt.
"We don't have any deep-seated blood feud. Why not leave it at this? There's no point in fighting like this."
After hearing Chen Shuang's words, Tang San thought for a moment before speaking.
Seeing that Tang San made no move and instead stood rooted to the spot, Chen Shuang gave a cold smile. "Looks like you don't have much fighting spirit today. You need someone to fan the flames!"
"Sister Yue!" Chen Shuang shouted.
"Aah!"
The moment her words fell, a piercing scream rang out from nearby.
Tang San froze at the sound, then turned his head in disbelief. Xiao Wu, who had been completely unharmed just moments ago, was now floating eerily in midair.
One of her long legs had been twisted until it broke, and blood stained her pink dress red.
"Xiao Wu!"
At the sight, Tang San felt as though knives were twisting through his heart. His eyes nearly split at the corners as he roared, their whites turning bloodshot.
Tang San's roar brought Xiao Wu back to her senses a little. Looking at his face, she gave a desolate smile and called weakly, "San."
Tang San broke into a smile, inwardly relieved that Xiao Wu was still alive.
But before that joy had lasted even two seconds, Qian Guangyue's nightmarish voice rang out again.
"Looks like you still have plenty of spirit, little rabbit. Breaking one leg clearly wasn't enough. Let's add two fingers, then."
Crack! Crack!
Two crisp sounds reached Tang San's ears again. He knew that sound all too well: bones breaking.
Sure enough, before Tang San's eyes, the index and middle fingers of Xiao Wu's right hand bent backward at a hundred and seventy degrees.
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