Chu Hao was satisfied with the bandit's performance. Feigning pretentiousness again, he said, "What did this Divine Deity say before? Don't disturb my sleep. Slap your own face."
The bandit was seen sweating profusely, standing rooted to the spot, continuously slapping his own cheeks.
SMACK! SMACK!
The harder he slapped, the more his face swelled. In pain, the bandit cried, "Divine Deity, I was wrong! I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again!"
Chu Hao said indifferently, "You know you're wrong now? What were you doing earlier? If you commit suicide, you can still spare yourself the torment."
The bandit reeled. Suicide?! Are you kidding me? Just because he says I should commit suicide, I have to do it?
But in the next moment, everyone's eyes widened. The bandit took a dagger from his pocket and fiercely stabbed it into his own chest.
PFFT! The dagger pierced his heart, and he collapsed, his face a mask of terror.
