Iron Gut waded into the conversation with his high voice. "Are you certain? It is quite common for people to stop strangulation before the victim is actually dead." "Common?" Zhihao asked. "So I've heard," Iron Gut replied. "Not speaking from experience then?" The fat man turned a smile on Zhihao. He looked almost demonic, shaded by his yellow paper parasol. "How is your neck, Green Breeze?"
