"Am I scary?"
When Hao Jian said this, his expression was as calm as still water, without any hint of emotion, as if he was stating something completely ordinary. But his eyes and tone betrayed him; the chill that seeped into one's bones was unmistakable.
Liu Jie wore a look of agony as Hao Jian stared him down, yet he didn't dare go against Hao Jian's will and avert his eyes. The sight of Hao Jian alone pushed his fear to the extreme. It was a terror that penetrated deep into the soul.
The pain in his hands continued to surge. Hao Jian's question scared him so much that his teeth chattered, his body shook even more violently. He found himself unable to utter a single word.
"Slap!" Suddenly, another crisp and loud slap struck his face, making blood spill from the corner of his mouth and drip to the floor.
