C45 The Evil Path(3)

Sunn Youde didn't dare to retreat; instead, he instinctively shielded his head with his hands. His right hand, which had once shamed Ms. Xiaofeng, was brutally struck by the gunstock. I could almost hear the sound of bones shattering and tendons snapping, his screams piercing through the roar of the thunderstorm.

Yet, my rage was far from quelled