Chapter 1007 Useless Hands, Break Them Off

"Don't worry about who I am. As long as I don't agree, you can't realize your dream."

The people who came were Zhang Xing and Ruan Mei.

He listened outside for a long time and learned that it was a fight within the killer group.

It was just right to clean up together, and there was an unexpected gain.

"Which generation of disciples are you? Don't you know that there is a meeting here?"

Yan Tong asked coldly.

There are many disciples like Zhang Xing in the Silver Hall, but only a few can enter the headquarters.

They are usually talents favored by an elder, or younger generations with relatives.

Everyone else was also confused. They didn't know these two people.

You look at me, I look at you, and we all shook our heads.

It's really strange, who are these two teenagers?

A bunch of question marks appeared in their minds at the same time.

Zhang Xing ignored Yan Tong, walked straight to a table, and pulled Ruan Mei to sit down generously.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

Whose disciple is this? He is too bold. Don't you know that the people here are all elders?

"How dare you! Is this where you come from? Is there a seat for you?"

"Hurry up and tell me your name, whose disciple you are!"

Yan Tong has already clenched his fists. If this kid continues to be arrogant, he will kill him immediately, no matter who he is.

Zhang Xing seemed not to hear anything, and picked up the teacup on the table, waved his hand, took a pot of tea from the table next to him, poured a cup, and tasted it leisurely.

"Not bad, good tea."

He nodded and commented while drinking.

Can these big guys still drink ordinary tea? They are all very rare tea leaves with spiritual energy.

Yan Tong was so angry that he almost exploded when he saw Zhang Xing's behavior.

He stood up, with a gloomy face, and walked towards Zhang Xing step by step.

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

As he said, he raised his hand to grab Zhang Xing's neck.

He wanted to crush Zhang Xing's throat and throw him out of the hall.

Zhang Xing didn't even look at him, and still tasted the tea.

Everyone else's eyes were focused on his right hand.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, this arrogant young man would die under this grab.

However, the next moment, a scene that shocked all the killer bosses appeared.

The young man's wrist moved.

Wow!

The tea in the teacup splashed on Yan Tong's face.

His claw, which carried the strong wind, was only half an inch away from the boy's throat, but for some reason, it could not move forward.

Could it be that just a cup of tea splashed on his face made a five-star war master stop killing?

Obviously it was impossible, and the bosses present would not believe that this was the reason.

Yan Tong himself did not know why he stopped.

But he did not think about this problem.

At this moment, his anger had already rushed to his face.

He retracted his right hand, wiped his face, and nodded continuously.

"Good, very good!"

"Little bastard, you dare to splash tea on my face, I will kill you!"

He stretched out his right hand again, bent his fingers into claws, and grabbed Zhang Xing's throat.

"Crack!"

He felt something in his hand, and without any hesitation, he pinched it hard.

Then, Yan Tong felt something was wrong.

He looked around, and it was not the boy's throat, but a teacup.

And his hand was still half an inch away from the throat.

"Hehe, your hand seems to be useless. I gave you two chances and you couldn't grasp it. It's useless to keep it. Chop it off."

As the words rang out, everyone saw a flash of cold light, and with a snap, a hand was broken at the wrist and fell to the ground.