The crowd hesitated for a while. Soon, someone raised his hand.

Immediately afterward, the second person, the third person...

There were more than a dozen raised hands.

At this moment, Azure slightly smiled and snapped his fingers.

In the next second, forty martial artists in black outfits scattered and rushed toward those people who raised their hands.

Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack!...

The scene ended up in the wailing of people as a series of bone fracture sound was heard.

“Ah, my hand! My hand!”

“Why did you break my hand? You guys... You guys are too tyrannical. You guys just intentionally injured people. I’m going to sue you guys. I’ll make you guys rot in prison.”

The one who spoke those words was a vice director of a certain second-rate family in California. Earlier, he was the first person who raised his hand. As a result, his right arm was broken by Azure’s subordinate at once. The martial artist who broke his hand probably had terrible skills. He was too roug