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"Argh!!" Lionel grunted painfully.

Through the live telecast on the screen, the crowd clearly saw that Lionel's thumb bent backward in a strange 90-degree angle. It was broken.

After spitting another mouthful of smoke out, Su Yao skipped the chatter and continued to flick his thumb at Lionel's fingers. Accompanied by Lionel's relentless painful growls, in less than a second, all five of Lionel's fingers were bent 90 degrees backward in unusually neat order.

"Good. Now, even if you are a Purple Moon Warrior, I don't think you can strangle my nephew anymore, can you?" Su Yao nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he pulled Lionel to his face and shouted all of a sudden, "I am asking you: so what if you are a Purple Moon Warrior?! So what if you are one of the Agnes family? Look at your hand now. Who else can you strangle?"