"Hmph, say what you will, I simply won't repay the money!" Mr. Zheng raised his chin and said, his tone carrying a hint of smugness.
At that moment, Chen Yang could no longer contain his displeasure—the gall to act shamelessly had now landed on his head.
He immediately grabbed Mr. Zheng's arm, gave a slight twist, and dislocated it.
"Ah!!"
Mr. Zheng instantly let out an intense scream of agony, his face twisted in pain: "Let go of me, damn it!"
Chen Yang paid no attention to Mr. Zheng's protest. He nonchalantly popped Mr. Zheng's arm back in place, then dislocated it again.
Mr. Zheng's cries of pain grew even louder, tears were nearly spilling from his eyes.
After repeating this process four or five times, Mr. Zheng finally caved in.
"Stop... stop... please, big... big brother, I was wrong!" Mr. Zheng said with a trembling voice, his face covered in cold sweat from pain.
