Guo Nu's head was covered in blood, and he looked at Shen Wuxiang in confusion.
Why did he hit me on the head?
What did I do wrong?
Regardless of whether it was wrong or not...
The boss says I'm wrong, so I must be.
Guo Nu knelt on the ground with a thud, his head hitting the floor heavily.
The shattered glass beneath his head cracked loudly into even smaller pieces.
Though his head was bleeding, he showed no sign of stopping.
"Please forgive me, Lord Military Minister."
"Please forgive me, Lord Military Minister."
"Please forgive me, Lord Military Minister."
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Such is the sorrow of small people; the rewards for their loyalty, blood, and knees can so easily be taken away with a mere word.
Yet Sheng Kuang, from a wealthy family, had injured so many security bureau officers and even nearly killed himself in public...
Nothing happened to him.
Guo Nu knew Shen Wuxiang's character and was clear that he absolutely must not let him take everything away from him.
