The man in black held his mouth still, preventing him from exhaling the smoke.
The man's lighter flickered strongly, the flame moving back and forth along the cigarette, "Speak!"
The man's eyes were wide open, the searing heat was about to reach his lips.
Tong Ran had been sitting in the car, but seeing this scene, she opened the door and got out.
She walked over to stand by Mo Nanjue. The man saw that it was her, and promptly snapped the lighter shut, pulling her into his arms, while keeping his gaze on the two men, "Still not talking?"
The two of them kept their mouths shut, clearly not speaking to avoid a worse fate.
Mo Nanjue flicked the lighter again.
Tong Ran, unable to bear it, reached out to grab his hand, "This isn't right..."
The man glanced at her, patting the hand wrapped around her waist, and surprisingly, he pocketed the lighter.
The man in black gave Tong Ran a slightly astonished look. As expected, now whatever this woman said, the Young Master would follow.
