"Why aren't you talking? Weren't you shouting quite fiercely just now?"
After dealing with Bai Herong, Hao Jian lifted his head and looked at the few people still enduring the pain. A cold smirk curled up at the corner of his lips as he sneered.
"Hao Jian... we... we're not afraid of you!"
Seeing Hao Jian looking over, Brother Yu and the others flinched internally, bitter at heart, but still barked back at Hao Jian in a blustering yet hollow manner.
"Oh? Looks like you're planning to keep up the act, huh? Let me see how long you can keep this up!" Hao Jian responded with a chuckle, his eyes blinking slightly as he crossed his arms, adopting a posture as if he were here to watch a show.
If these guys gave up and admitted their fear so easily, it would be too dull. With Bai Herong already under his foot, stomping on him didn't even give him any satisfaction. Instead, he wanted to see how long these guys could keep acting tough.
