Song Yang screamed in agony, wanting to withdraw his hand, but was too pained to muster any strength.
Any slight movement sent waves of excruciating pain rushing from his hand.
In his limited lifetime, he had never experienced such pain.
He wanted to kill Xiao Moli, he must kill Xiao Moli!
That was the only thought in his mind.
Before he could raise his hand again, Xiao Moli kicked the handgun lying near his palm towards the wall.
The handgun hit the wall and then fell to the floor.
"Xiao Moli," Song Yang yelled angrily, drenched in cold sweat.
He raised his head, fiercely glaring at Xiao Moli.
Xiao Moli lifted his foot again, directly stepping onto Song Yang's hand, which was nailed to the floor by a bullet.
"Hurts, doesn't it? Did you think of this moment when you hurt my wife?"
Song Yang gritted his teeth, his entire body trembling violently from the pain.
