"The Commander's Manor? How can people from the Commander's Manor be so weak they can't even endure this much pain? A bunch of scoundrels trying to impersonate the Commander's Manor people?" Zhen Wu cursed at them while landing punches.
How could he not know that the people in his master's Commander's Manor were a bunch of cowardly, worthless beings?
"Ah! Waaa! Stop hitting us! Ah, it hurts!"
Four was screaming the loudest. He had said it before—don't come, don't come—but the others wouldn't listen. They insisted on provoking this woman!
He had already warned them that this woman was not to be messed with, but they just refused to listen.
What could he do? He felt utterly hopeless.
He must have the worst luck possible—how could these people not even ask a single question before starting to beat them?
Could it be that just by looking at them, they instantly knew they were impostors?
No way it was that mystical, right?
