C218 Two Hundred Thousand Rmb

Tang Haodong scrutinized the characters he had just etched onto Chung Hongyuan's chest. Resting his chin on his hand, he murmured, "The writing's too sloppy. I'll do it again."

The blade's tip traced Chung Hongyuan's bare skin once more, leaving behind another line of crimson script.

It was the same phrase, with just one additional word.

"Tang Haodong was here again!"

This time