So in an instant, he gave up resisting, placing his hands on the ground. At that moment, there weren't many thoughts in his mind; he just thought that if he resisted, he might end up with a cut on his neck from the broken bottle, but if he gave up resisting, there might still be a sliver of hope.
In just a moment, these thoughts flashed in his mind, a subconscious reaction when a person encounters danger.
Sure enough, when Zhang Hao gave up resisting, the broken bottle that was stabbing toward him stopped suddenly, just centimeters away from his tender neck.
He had no doubt, feeling Liang Xiaohan's aggressive demeanor just now, that if he hadn't instinctively given up resisting, his neck might already be bleeding profusely. Honestly, Liang Xiaohan's aura just now truly scared him, even frightened him.
A boy two grades above Liang Xiaohan, a stately seven-foot lad, got frightened by a girl. Honestly, if word got out, he'd be laughed at, but indeed, in that instant, he was scared.
