The assistant was shocked and frightened, and looked in the direction of Ye Wangchuan, wondering what this living devil of Beijing City was trying to do.
He wanted to tell others about Moody's identity, but he didn't dare to bring up what happened on the island. His face was filled with confusion and confusion.
At this time, Ye Wangchuan returned to the chair he had brought over himself and signaled to the bodyguard: "Bring him over."
"Yes, Master Wang." The two bodyguards grabbed Moody's hair, dragged him to the front of the chair, and then threw him to the ground like a rag.
Ye Wangchuan looked at the man lying on the ground, unable to get up. He raised his foot, and stepped on the fingers of Mudi's left hand with the tip of his leather shoe, crushing them lightly.
Moody cried out in pain: "Ah—"
Ye Wangchuan looked like a god, but he had no mercy at all. Instead, he increased his strength, crushing Mudi's five fingers with a force that almost pushed them into the ground.
"Ah!" Mudi was in so much pain that he looked like a dying crane. He tilted his head back, veins popping out on his neck, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and his bloodshot eyes staring at Ye Wangchuan.
If looks could kill, Ye Wangchuan would have been cut into pieces long ago.
But he was in so much pain at the moment, the agony that stretched from his fingers to his heart forced him to groan in agony but he was unable to speak. He could only stare with his eyes wide open to vent the anger in his heart.
He didn't expect Ye Wangchuan to dare to treat him like this.
If Elena had already found Ye Wangchuan, Ye Wangchuan should know his identity. Putting aside their clan relationship, he also has the Mu family behind him.
Even if the Ten Elders themselves came, they would not treat him like this!
"You..." Moody felt the toe that was stepping on his fingers move away a little. He took a deep breath, and finally his throat was able to make a human sound.
He had just said one word when he heard Ye Wangchuan order his men: "Remove his left arm."
Moody: “…”
Bo Jingxing knew why Ye Wangchuan did this, so he had no intention of helping to stop him and just treated himself as a background board.
I watched as the two bodyguards pressed the struggling Moody onto the chair without a word, pulled up his left hand and pressed it on the back of the chair, then pressed down hard on his elbow joint...
“Crack!”
All I could hear was the crackling of bones.
Then Moody let out a cry of pain that was no longer controllable.
"ah!"
The two bodyguards let go of his hands, and Moody hugged his left arm, rolling on the ground in pain. The severe pain penetrated into his nerves, stimulating his brain to go blank. He completely lost the ability to think, and was surrounded by pain. He wished he could faint.
When his driver and assistant saw this scene, their faces turned pale, and they trembled and could not speak.
Faced with Ye Wangchuan's ruthless approach.
No one dares to bring bad luck at this time.
The assistant was afraid to even mention the island, fearing that he would be the next one.
Fortunately, Ye Wangchuan had no intention of settling accounts with them. He had Mu Di beaten half to death and his left hand was crippled. Ye Wangchuan glanced at the man on the ground who was only breathing his last breath, and said calmly to Bo Jingxing who had been watching the excitement for a long time: "Okay, send him to the hospital."
Bo Jingxing looked at Mudi's condition and knew that if he was not sent to the hospital, someone would die. So he took out his cell phone and made a call without delay.
The ambulance he called would take a while to arrive. In the meantime, he told the club manager to clear the area and repeatedly warned him to keep his mouth shut and not to let anyone know that someone had been carried out of the club today. (End of this chapter)