"I apologize, please forgive me!"
O'Neill's heart was filled with humiliation, but he had no choice but to bow before Zhong Shenxiu.
Slap!
The very next moment, it was as if he was subjected to some tremendous pressure; he knelt on the ground, cracking the floor beneath him.
"An apology should be sincere, mongrel!"
Gross laughed wildly, tossing a wine bottle, "Smash it yourself; shatter every wine bottle in this cabinet! If one is less, I'll take one of your legs!"
"Gross..."
Zhong Shenxiu frowned.
"Boss... Do you have any other orders?"
Gross watched the blood trickling down O'Neill's forehead, his eyes almost shining with an abnormal and crazed gleam.
"This is my wine after all, I still need to make money... And besides, O'Neill's fault is not major, yours is not minor."
Zhong Shenxiu sighed, "Using external forces to pass that stage also affects you, at the very least, a soul that ascends abruptly cannot adjust, polluted by the madness of the Spirit Realm..."
