Nian Shutong's reminder had the two bald Big Men profusely apologizing to Fu Yunhe.
"Sorry, sorry."
"It's my fault, all my fault."
Standing behind Nian Shutong, Fu Yunhe soothed his disobedient heart and nodded calmly, signaling that he had accepted their apologies.
Nian Shutong got up satisfied, stood to the side, and made way for the two men, her face donning a benign smile.
"Please."
The Big Man with a dagger still in his leg was on the verge of tears, how am I supposed to walk?
"Oh... look at my memory." With a mere flick of her finger, Nian Shutong drew an arc in the air, and the Qing-colored dagger turned into specks of starlight and disappeared.
If it weren't for the bloody holes on the Big Man's leg constantly oozing red blood, the bystanders would have thought it was all an illusion.
This move once again sent shivers down the spines of the two Big Men, they knew they had seriously messed up.
