Haonan's right hand tightly gripped Ron's neck, while his left hand grasped the right, both arms pulling backward with concerted effort. The bulging veins in his arms and the intercrossing muscles showcased the great force he exerted.
Ron howled, eyes bulging fiercely, the veins on his neck as thick as baby fingers, intertwined in a truly horrifying sight.
He stretched out both hands toward his neck, trying desperately to pry Haonan's arms apart after landing on them.
Haonan lay sideways at a ninety-degree angle to Ron, his elbow propped on the ground, maintaining a relentless grip with his powerful arms, refusing to let go.
Ron's face gradually turned red, even the blue in his eyes tinged with a surge of blood.
Low, hoarse growls emanated continuously from his throat. If this continued, he would undoubtedly be strangled to death by Haonan. Ron had never imagined dying a foreign death, especially at the hands of a petite and frail-looking Huaxia man.
