334 The Dog You Raised

Franco's muscles naturally looked extremely terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people, who would be intimidated by them once he bared his body. But they were meaningless in the eyes of top combat experts like Lucas.

"Since you refuse to cripple your own limbs, I'll have to give you a hand!"

Lucas sneered and charged toward Franco like a bolt of lightning. Soon, he grabbed Franco's right wrist.

Franco's pupils constricted violently, and he subconsciously wanted to grab Lucas's neck with his left hand.

But when he raised his left hand a little, he felt an abrupt and excruciating pain in his right wrist!

Snap!

With a crisp sound of bones cracking, Lucas instantly broke his wrist!

"Ah! My wrist!" Franco shrieked miserably. Now that he was facing Lucas, he finally experienced extreme horror.

Beads of cold sweat emerged on his face as he hurriedly said, "I… I work for the Taylors! If you dare to touch me again…"