As Yang Guo was about to exhaust his strength, Chen Yang suddenly tightened his grip, clamping down on Yang Guo's hand like a pair of iron pincers.
What goes around comes around—if Yang Guo made his move, then Chen Yang naturally wasn't going to show any weakness either.
In a narrow pass, the stronger one prevails.
Chen Yang was evidently much stronger than Yang Guo, barely exerting any force, yet Yang Guo started to feel unable to hold on.
Veins popped out on his arm, his biceps twitched uncontrollably, and fine sweat beaded on his forehead, merging into a sheen that fell to the ground in big drops.
Eventually, Yang Guo's body began to tremble, clearly being battered by an unbearable, intense pain.
"Wow, Captain Yang, you have quite the smooth hand, don't you? Must have taken good care of it, huh? Have you been using Dabao skincare?" Chen Yang's lips curled into a taunting smile as he mocked Yang Guo.
"...Chen... Manager... your hand is... pretty smooth too..."
