He had barely finished speaking when everyone saw a purple light flash, and a hostage's arm was severed on the spot, blood spraying like a fountain, accompanied by continuous screams: "Ah—"
All the other hostages were so frightened that they trembled all over and shouted loudly, "Long Jiutian, hurry up and chop off Yang Yu's arm, hurry!"
"Yes, if you don't chop off his arm, ours will be chopped off, and you'll be the ones to blame, Yanhuang Team!"
Yang Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes and snorted, "Your arms get chopped by the bad guys, but you don't go after them; instead, you think about chopping off my arm. If the bad guys forced me to send regards to your family's women, otherwise they'd chop off your arms, would you also make me do that?"
"Pfft—" Although the situation wasn't suitable for laughter, the members of the Yanhuang Team couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The situation was absurd; Yang Yu cursed them out brilliantly, haha!
