I heard a crack, and Xiao Zhao's scapula shattered on cue.
"What are you doing!" Qiao Ahu was shocked by the scene, but due to Yun Mu's speed, he was simply unable to prevent it.
The scapula is a vitally important area for any martial artist. A shattered scapula meant this person had lost all martial arts and would be unable to practice Kung Fu ever again.
"This nephew of yours has a severe malicious streak, and when he exchanges blows with others, every strike aims to kill. If I didn't cripple his martial arts, I'd fear he might harm others in the future," Yun Mu said lightly, as though he did this for the other's own good.
Xiao Zhao, writhing in pain on the ground with a face full of sorrow and anger, did not dare to show any reaction.
"Alright, I am not a man without principles. Since I've injured you, let me partially compensate you with some money," Yun Mu finished saying, turned around and walked into the company, and brought out the briefcase he had prepared earlier.