Su Yayan glared at the accusing finger that was dangerously near her. With an icy stare, she sneered. "I personally hate being pointed at."
Without waiting for anyone to respond, she grabbed Huo Shaofeng swiftly by his wrist and flipped him over a shoulder in a clean shoulder throw.
Bam—
Just by listening to the commotion, one could simply imagine how much pain the attacked person must have felt when being thrown around like a sandbag.
Under intense rage, Su Yayan showed no mercy. Not only was his lower half throbbing with pain, Huo Shaofeng felt like he had dislocated every bone in his body as he sprawled on the floor, unable to get up.
Even so, he was still ogling at Su Yayan with a frighteningly menacing look on his face.
"You… How dare you… For a cripple… You…"
Su Yayan was about to leave when she heard what he had to say. She turned back immediately and kicked him again.