Chapter 17: Don’t Want to Cause a Fatality
The man walked past with an excited expression, under the envious gaze of others.
"Stretch out your hand," Fu Xingzhou said indifferently.
The man hurriedly assumed a handshake posture, the hair on his hands breathing in excitement.
Fu Xingzhou took a drag on his cigarette, casually extended his long arm, and dropped the ash onto the palm of the man's hand.
Before the man could react, Fu Xingzhou crushed the burning cigarette into his palm.
A smell of scorched flesh slowly spread through the air. Yet the man's scream was forcibly held back in his mouth. Beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, unidentifiable if due to pain or shock.
Fu Xingzhou took out a wet wipe and cleaned his fingers that had held the cigarette.
"Get lost." He then threw the used wipe onto the man's face.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu." The man did not know what he had done wrong, apologizing while scrambling out.
The bodyguard gave a cold glance to the other people in the private room.
Even the dumbest could tell that Fu Xingzhou was not here to drink and chat. Having witnessed the horrible fate of the man used as a human ashtray, who would dare stay?