Chapter 137 (1/2)

”Shit, what are you doing? If you have money, do not buy or rob? If you have some power, you will be lawless and act recklessly? I hate people like you most in my life.” He Feng scolded angrily.

”No, no, no, no, you misunderstood.” yefubo said repeatedly, for fear that the man with unpredictable ability in front of him would snap himself at once.

”I have money, but I can't spend it,” yefubo said.

Listen to him, he Feng's brain is full of green veins. Shit, you can't spend your money. I can spend my money and take my medicine for nothing.

So he Feng stretched out his hand and was ready to tear down one of Ye Fubo's arms and teach him a lesson.

Ye Fubo quickly explained, ”no, no, my money can't be spent, it can't be spent in China.”

Then, perhaps he thought his explanation was too general. Ye Fubo hurriedly said, ”the money is not clean and dare not spend. You should understand.”

He Feng's head was buzzing. He suddenly understood that these people's money really can't be spent.

Too many words, that's the problem, that's the evidence of the crime. However, the movement of his hand didn't stop, but he stretched it out.

With a click, he took off one of Ye Fubo's arms and pinched it with great interest. Therefore, after a series of noises, ye Fubo's arm was completely useless.

It can't be connected well. It's a powder fracture.

Under the pain of eating, ye Fubo sent out bursts of miserable screams. He Feng ignored him and continued to ask.

”Tell me who sent you first.”

As soon as ye Fubo's eyes changed, he was ready to tell a lie and said, ”no one sent me. I just heard that you have more magical medicine here, which is very valuable, so I wanted to get it.”

”Oh, is it true?” He Feng sneered.

Then he stretched out his hand and pinched Ye Fubo's other arm. There was a series of noises. Ye Fubo's other arm was broken again.

Ye Fubo made a series of miserable screams again. However, compared with the last time, his screams this time were obviously shorter and smaller.

Perhaps he also understood that it was useless to call himself no matter what. There would be no pity for himself and no one would find himself.

So he Feng slapped him without a second cry, and ye Fubo suddenly stopped crying.

The two arms hung there and couldn't move. The bones inside had been powdered and couldn't use force at all. The whole arm was like noodles and tossed around there.

”Say, who sent you?” He Feng asked again. There was impatience in his eyes. He thought that if this man dared to play any tricks again, he would waste all his arms and legs, and then directly use the soul taking technique.

Ye Fubo was completely honest this time. He only heard him say honestly.

”It's my grandfather, ye Jianhai. You should have heard of it.” Ye Fubo sighed and said.

Naturally, people like him would not have the kind of revolutionary martyrs who would rather die than surrender. A little torture can make them yield.

He Feng thought in his mind and thought of an old man who was always sitting there alone in Nanshan sanatorium, his eyes were cloudy and kept scanning other people who were moving.

Because the old man was out of tune with other old men and women in the sanatorium, he Feng specially had some impression and asked his name.