Big Fat Tiger felt a tightness in his heart, kicked the bag, and said, "Hey, hey, hey! Why can't you take a hit? Dead?"
He wasn't really expecting a response, after all, this guy had been eerily calm ever since he was bagged and never pleaded for mercy the whole time.
Unexpectedly, a gentle voice came from inside, "Not yet, is it over already?"
Big Fat Tiger: "?"
What?
What do you mean it's over?
He was completely dumbfounded.
Then he saw the bag move a bit, as if the person inside had gone from a lying position to sitting on the ground.
But the bag wasn't pulled off.
"Hit me a few more times, or do you have a knife?"
Big Fat Tiger: "!"
What the hell is this!
First time hearing such an absurd request!
Yong Ye heard the master mention a knife and couldn't stay passed out anymore!
But he couldn't just wake up, lest the guy doing the hitting discovered he'd seen his face...
"Mmm..."
A sound came from his throat, seemingly as an intentional reminder.
