Lei Tiger yanked with both hands on the leather horsewhip, but the braided strap remained frozen in mid-air.
Lin Mo held the tip between two fingers as if plucking a stray thread from a sweater.
“Let go, you little bastard!” Lei Tiger snarled, his face turning red with exertion. “Do you know who I am? I run the Black-Tiger Western Branch! Chief Lei Ba is my uncle!”
Lin Mo gave a faint tug.
A sharp ripple of internal martial qi shot along the leather strap like an electric current.
SNAP!
The braided leather whip shattered into twenty pieces.
The violent backlash sent Lei Tiger flying backward through the sleet.
