"Come on, everyone, look at this character I wrote," Xiang Yu laughed heartily.
On Yang Ming's forehead was a circular burn mark from a cigarette butt, with the character for "king" carved below it with a knife, blood flowing down from the character in a somewhat terrifying manner.
Xiang Yu laughed uproariously at the sight, while the people lying around him all bowed their heads, their boss humiliated and their own faces lost of glory. Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan also felt a wave of sorrow in their hearts.
Back when Xiang Yu suffered the burn on his forehead, they were just as powerless.
"Get out of here, I'm in a good mood today so I won't take it out on you, but there won't be any leniency next time," Xiang Yu shouted.
"Brother Yu, are we really letting them go just like that? Shouldn't we break their arms or something?" Tie Zhuzi asked.
