With a snap!
The lighter flared up, igniting a cigarette.
Through the swirling smoke, Hong Cheng saw Wu Jie's face shrouded in shadows.
It was a terrifying depth, like the calm before a storm.
In the quiet hospital ward.
Cheng Bao was restless, glancing now at Wu Jie, now at the folded knife plunged into the wall, his heart filled with sorrow.
That was a concrete wall, after all!
Cheng Bao's mind was in turmoil.
On the ground.
The five people pinned and bound, each with bowed heads, were utterly dejected.
They thought themselves fierce and domineering, having done many dirty and bloody deeds, but now they were immobilized.
The atmosphere was one of deathly silence.
Cheng Bao looked at Wu Jie submissively and finally couldn't bear it...
Thump!
"Bro, please spare me!"
His knees gave way, and he knelt.
Where was Cheng Bao's village tyrant's dominance now?
Where was his self-righteous arrogance?
