Ma Longbiao took a fierce drag on his last cigarette, then used Zhou Wei's palm as an ashtray, pressing the smoking, blood-red cigarette butt into it.
"Sizzle!" Zhou Wei's palm instinctively flinched from the burn, but he immediately clenched his teeth and bore it.
"Not bad, not a weakling."
Ma Longbiao let out a sneer, pulling up the corner of his mouth, before his brooding gaze landed on the couple that had just entered, "Walkie-talkie."
At his words, a young fellow nearby quickly pressed the walkie-talkie and handed it over to him.
"Sizzle, sizzle!" As they heard the noise, the couple immediately dropped to their knees with a "thud."
They opened their mouths, wanting to plead, but could only let out "ah ah ah" sounds.
A red liquid mixed with saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths.
Zhou Wei, taking advantage of the dim light, stole a glance and instantly guessed that the couple's tongues were likely gone.
