C496 Against the Icestone Clan

A cold smile hung on Zhao Yiming's face. He looked at the middle-aged man and the fat boss, then he calmly waved his sleeve and unleashed two gusts of wind.

The sleeves were directly whipped on the boss's hand. The boss felt as if he had been whipped by a steel whip. The bones in his hand were broken, and he quickly retreated while holding his wrist