Jiang Xinghai didn't want to cause a bloody incident on campus.
This was merely a warning to his opponent, as well as to the onlookers.
"No way..."
"Yang Zhuo... he actually swallowed the cigarette butt."
"Is that the price for admitting defeat?"
The onlookers nearby were completely dumbfounded.
"That was great, Brother Hai," Shen Lingyin said with a smile as she approached.
Mu Jianni clapped her hands and glared at Yang Zhuo. "You'd better remember Mr. Jiang's mercy. Otherwise, your fate won't be as simple as just swallowing a lit cigarette butt."
Right now, Yang Zhuo wanted to cry but had no tears.
Did he want to swallow a cigarette butt?
Of course not!
A lit one, no less!
He wanted to throw it up.
But!
He couldn't.
He only felt a searing, throbbing pain from his mouth to his throat and all the way down his esophagus.
Barring any miracles, it would take him at least half a year to recover, and that was only if he received treatment with Spiritual Medicine.
