"There's a saying in our village."
"When a whore steps ashore, she's the most loyal."
"I'm like that too, Biaozi. It's precisely because I've seen the crises of the wasteland that I know how lucky I am to follow you, Master Mang."
"Master Mang!"
"If you could give me another chance, see my performance in the future. If there's even a trace of dissatisfaction from you, you don't have to lift a finger, just say the word, and I'll end myself."
Having said that,
Biaozi buried his head on the floor, his body trembling as he awaited the final judgment. He always feared that this thunder would strike, yet he never thought it would truly happen one day.
After a long while,
Chen Mang, lying on the chair, casually flicked his spent cigarette into a nearby cola can, and said in a calm voice,
"The person in your hand, he's called Hei Hao, right?"
"I don't quite like him."
"Take care of it."
