C45 Anger

Red Hair gave Jiang Nan's shoulder a firm pat.

Without warning, Jiang Nan's hand shot up and came slashing down. A sickening snap echoed as Red Hair's arm broke. Clutching his arm, he collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

"Bro, what the... what are you doing?"

"We're not cut from the same cloth. If you ever dare to extort money from him again, it won't be just an arm next time!"

"Got it