Whenever a person thinks they've reached their limit, they're often far from it.
Bai Youwei took the chance while that group of people hadn't gotten up, promptly and neatly opened a bottle of medical disinfectant alcohol and poured it over them—
Then with a snick, she lit her adorable lighter.
The tattooed man, weeping and sniffling with his head thrown back (his eyes stung by the pepper powder), had eyes red and swollen, tears streaming continuously.
"Stop… Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!..." His voice was hoarse as he struggled to speak, "We can negotiate… anything…"
Bai Youwei seemed to be considering the credibility of his words, releasing the lighter before snapping it on again. The flame flickered on and off, repeatedly, as she remained silent.
In the whole stairwell, there were only the heart-wrenching coughs and sneezes undulating continuously.
