"Nothing good, do you all want me to die here? Get moving already."
"Yes, Mr. Ding, my apologies."
The knife-wielding bodyguard took a few deep breaths, but then raised his knife to chop at Ding Zehai.
"Swish..."
Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, his chop wasn't precise and hit right between Mr. Ding's legs.
As blood began to flow, Ding Zehai nearly fainted from rage. Amidst the pain, he couldn't help but curse, "You blind fool, where are you chopping at!"
There's nothing to fear from god-like enemies, only pig-like teammates.
The knife-wielding bodyguard trembled in fear. He hadn't expected to miss and hit the master's vital part. Sweat the size of soybeans started pouring down his face, and he truly feared Ding Zehai might kill him in anger.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ding. I was probably too nervous."
"Saying sorry now is pointless, keep chopping!" Ding Zehai cursed angrily.
"Yes!"
