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The scar-faced man had never been humiliated like this in his life, but the hand gripping his neck was so forceful, he felt like he could faint at any moment.
Facing Joe Ga's "question," the scar-faced man didn't speak. He just stared fiercely at Joe Ga as if he were etching his face into memory.
This was typical stubborn unruliness, his "kill me today, or I'll kill you tomorrow" vibe couldn't be more direct.
Joe Ga grabbed the man's beard, forcing his head up a bit, then landed another heavy slap before straightening his head by the ear, saying, "What was it you said just now?"
Panting, the scar-faced man spit a mouthful of bloody saliva by Joe Ga's feet, and with a vicious smile said, "FUCK..."
Before he could fully get the word out, a large hand reached around from behind, four fingers jamming into his mouth, the thumb gripping his lower jaw forcefully, and amidst gasps from bystanders, the man's mouth seemed stretched to the point it might never close again.
