Chapter 1007 (2/2)

He wanted to crush Zhang Xing's throat and throw it out of the hall.

Zhang Xing did not look at him in the eye, still ziziziping tea.

Everyone else's eyes were focused on his right hand.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, this arrogant teenager will die in this capture.

However, the next moment, let all the killers shocked the scene appeared.

I saw the boy's wrist move.

Whoa!

The tea in the teacup splashed Yan Tong's face.

His claw carrying the strong wind is only half an inch away from the throat of a teenager, but he can't move forward for some reason.

Is it just a cup of tea on his face that makes a five-star warrior stop the killer?

It's obviously impossible, and the big guys here won't believe that's why.

Yan Tong himself did not know why to stop.

But he didn't think about it.

At the moment, his full of anger had already flushed into his face.

He took back his right hand, wiped his face, and kept nodding his head.

”Good, good!”

”Son of a bitch, how dare you pour tea on my face, I will kill you!”

Then he stretched out his right hand again, bent his fingers into claws and grasped Zhang Xing's throat.

”Click!”

He felt what he had caught in his hand, and without hesitation, he pinched it hard.

Then, Yan Tong felt wrong.

In a twinkling of an eye, where is the boy's throat, is clearly a tea cup.

And his hand was still half an inch from his throat.

”Ha ha, it seems that your hand is useless. I can't grasp the two chances given to you. It's useless to keep it. Chop it.”

At the same time, people saw a flash of cold light, a clap, one hand broke and fell to the ground.