After Yang Xiao and the others left, Chu Tian's six underlings hurriedly gathered around him, carefully lifted him off the ground, and placed him onto a nearby sofa.
Chu Tian groaned a few times and cursed angrily:
"You're all worthless. When Yang Xiao attacked me just now, each of you stood there dumbfounded, not one of you lifted a hand to help me. I've wasted my kindness on you guys."
The six underlings lowered their heads in shame.
One of them said softly:
"Boss, don't be mad. Yang Xiao attacked so quickly, and he had you pinned down. None of us dared to make a move, fearing it would provoke him to kill you."
"Hmph, a bunch of good-for-nothing cowards."
Chu Tian cursed out loudly, aware that against Yang Xiao, his underlings were useless, especially with Xing Zhe, an Emperor Level expert, by Yang Xiao's side.
He just felt aggrieved inside with no way to vent, so he vented it on his underlings.
After a few curses, Chu Tian felt slightly relieved.
