C1769 Time Control.

Yang Xuan grabbed the hooligan's neck and his face instantly turned red. His hands kept pulling Yang Xuan's hand that was grabbing his neck, but he felt as if he was made of steel. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it at all.

"Crack!"

Yang Xuan used a little bit of strength and broke the hooligan's neck. He understood the reason why the hooligan was laughing at him