Violent Thugs

The reason Xia Xibei slammed her hand on the table was clearly to show Han Rui her actual strength.

What was the point of explaining? They would believe it once they saw it with their own eyes.

The situation was looking pretty good right now. 

Han Rui's mouth twitched for a second before he nodded and admitted, "You… Are powerful indeed."

If that iron palm had landed on him, it would have shattered his bones, wouldn't it? 

So there was no way he could deny it.

Despite seeming weak and fragile, Xia Xibei was a violent thug! 

She hadn't even hit her twenties, yet she had such terrifying strength. 

Han Rui's surrender made Qiao Yanjue chuckle. 

He picked up the other half that hadn't broken, smiled and slammed down on it too.

With a loud snap, that glass shattered. 

Han Rui was petrified.

Qiao Yanjue's move was truly stunning.

"How was it? I ain't too weak either, right?" Qiao Yanjue sneered.