Jian Haiyang was utterly baffled.
With a dumbfounded face, he looked at Qin Feng, then stared expectantly at the large iron gate.
At this moment, he so wished that the iron gate was just slow to react and would soon spurt out blood.
However, as the force of Qin Feng's hands steadily increased,
"Creak..."
The big iron door was pushed open, still without a single drop of dirty blood spraying out.
Qin Feng asked Jian Haiyang with a chuckle, "How about that? I told you only a real man can push open this gate without it spraying blood, I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Jian Haiyang was not stupid, and he quickly realized what was going on, exclaiming indignantly, "Are you playing with me?"
"Me, playing with you? How have I played with you?" Qin Feng asked with a smile.
"This gate is a hidden weapon with a mechanism that sprays a jet of dirty blood when pushed the first time. So, after I pushed it and got dirty blood sprayed on my face, no more blood came out."
