Middle-aged man, unable to hold back anymore, bellowed again: "You motherfucker, let me go, or I'll make you regret it."
"Apologize!" Yang Fan grabbed his hand and spoke coldly.
"Apologize my ass..."
He didn't apologize and was still so arrogant, not even understanding the basic manners of how to be a person. So, Yang Fan taught him a lesson.
Before the middle-aged man could finish his sentence, Yang Fan violently flung his hand backwards, and with a snap, everyone sharply inhaled, hearing it loud and clear.
The middle-aged man, could only scream pitifully as that hand just dangled from his shoulder, and he lay on the ground, large beads of sweat rolling down from his forehead, nearly passing out.
Seeing this scene, Qiao Anran remained unfazed, for such a bastard, there was no need to blink an eye, Yang Fan did well.
Nolan Hui was slightly worried, acknowledging they were on a plane.
