Facing this dangerous man who hid his edge, Cuiyu had no intention of taking action.

In the darkness, the corners of Zhao Guangming's mouth curled up slightly, and then he opened the door with a cigarette in his mouth.

Li Yu smiled awkwardly at him at the door.

"If you have something to talk about, why are you having fun?"

Zhao Guangming kicked Li Yu but did not let him enter the house.

"Brother Zhao, let's go in and talk."

Li Yu chuckled, then slipped sideways into the house.

"well."

Zhao Guangming sighed slightly and then closed the door.

"Crack!"

In the darkness, Li Yu could feel something cracking, it seemed...

Li Yu looked down subconsciously.

Snap.

Blood dripped to the ground, followed by heartbreaking pain.

His right wrist was cut in half.

"Two little mice."
Chapter completed!