Baldy was seething with anger.
But he dared not make a sound.
Nor did he dare raise his other hand to point at Qin Yuan.
Because if he raised his other hand, that one would surely be twisted too.
It was an intolerably uncomfortable feeling that couldn't be put into words.
On top of that, he had struggled before, but realized that struggling was utterly useless.
The kid was just too strong; he couldn't break free at all.
Struggling only brought more pain, so Baldy simply gave up and kept his eyes on Qin Yuan.
Qin Yuan glanced at Baldy expressionlessly, raising his eyebrows, his face full of provocation.
"What are you staring at me for? Didn't I just tell you? If you have the guts, use your other hand to point at me."
"I want to see if you have the ability, given I have all the time to talk now."
"Besides, weren't you acting all cocky just now? Then keep that cockiness going, don't stop halfway; that would really make me despise you."
