Right after that, the atmosphere went dead silent, like time had frozen. The dozens of people behind him all had their eyes locked on him, and Hu Lai and the others were staring as well. Except for Liang Xiaohan, who looked totally unimpressed, almost everyone's gaze was glued to him, including Hao Jian, who wanted to see what kind of trick he was going to pull.
He suddenly took another drag of his cigarette, but this time he didn't exhale the smoke. Instead, he just leaned forward and spat a big gob of phlegm straight onto the ground.
"Lick it clean for me, and I'll let you go," Gu Peng said, staring at Hao Jian.
His meaning couldn't have been clearer: he'd just spat on the ground, and he wanted Hao Jian to kneel down and lick that spit clean. Otherwise, with this many people behind him, he wasn't going to let Hao Jian off easy. This time, he'd definitely get a good dose of pain and torture.
Hao Jian just smiled when he heard that and asked, "Why?"
