Liang Yuan smiled and said, "I want to see Brother Huo."
"Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think you can just waltz in and see Brother Huo?" The young man couldn't help but sneer.
He then reached out to grab the bucket in Liang Yuan's hand and said, "Let me see how many fish you've caught. Leave the fish, and you can get lost."
As he spoke, he reached for the bucket.
Liang Yuan's eyes flashed, and suddenly he reached out and grabbed the man's neck.
"You—"
The young man's eyes widened instantly, seeming to want to call for help.
In the next moment, Liang Yuan gently squeezed his five fingers.
With a crack, the young man's thick neck twisted strangely to the side.
No unusual sound was made throughout the process. Liang Yuan gently held him up, hooked his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Thank you, I'll head up now."
Saying this, he turned around and looked at the woman standing in the hall not far away.
