The blond, who was standing to the side, shivered abruptly, and the two youngsters who had screamed in pain after Lin Baici kicked their legs also wisely fell silent.
They didn't want to draw Lin Baici's attention.
The lit tobacco, with its dark red glow, was pressed into his mouth, scalding the saliva and searing the tongue coating.
"Ah!"
The young man with the short hair closed his mouth instinctively, but the burning pain was unbearable, and he spit out the cigarette with a couple of "ptui, ptui" sounds.
"If you spit out the cigarette again, I'll use your mouth as an ashtray and stuff it full of cigarettes!"
Lin Baici picked up another cigarette. His voice was ice-cold, like a devil from hell,
"Brother, I was wrong, please spare me?"
The young man with the short hair begged.
"Open your mouth!"
Lin Baici commanded.
"Brother... Ah!"
Before the short-haired young man could finish speaking, Lin Baici pressed the cigarette onto his forehead.
Sizzle!
