"Snap!"
Draven Hayes slapped the armrest of the sofa.
He shouted angrily, "What the hell do you think you are? Acting all high and mighty in front of me, you're just an executive deputy mayor of a county-level city, not even in Serenity State, coming to my house to provoke me. You must have a death wish. Afu, give him a slap!"
With a command.
The middle-aged man walked up to Arlo Yarbrough.
Raised his hand.
Before he could strike.
Arlo Yarbrough grabbed his wrist and gently twisted it. With a crunching sound.
Afu's smug expression froze on his face.
Then.
He clutched his wrist with his left hand and cried out in agony.
"It's broken, my hand is broken, my hand is broken..."
Arlo Yarbrough patted him on the shoulder, saying, "It's okay, you can reattach it, but you need to go to the hospital quickly. If you delay, this hand might be crippled."
Afu turned pale with fear.
Without waiting for Draven Hayes' approval, he ran out quickly.
