His strength was greater than Song Yun's, but now, severely injured, he was unable to free himself from Song Yun's grasp.
"Song Yun, if you kill me, the Desla Family will definitely not let you go."
Richie shouted hoarsely.
Crack.
What responded was the sound of his bones breaking.
The wing frame, which had already been reduced to a mere fragment, was snapped off by Song Yun.
"Ah!"
A scream echoed. Richie was ferocious, but he was not a man of backbone.
No, he was a Blood Clan member without any guts.
Richie panicked, sensing Song Yun's intense killing intent.
"No, please let me go. I promise the Desla Family won't trouble you, and they'll even be your allies in the future."
Richie immediately changed tack, pleading desperately, almost kneeling before Song Yun.
"Do you think I will let you go?"
Song Yun shook his head, pressing Richie with his left hand and grabbing the broken bone with his right, thrusting it into Richie's back.
Thud.
