"Did you just say you wanted one of my hands?" Su Chen suddenly said.
"One hand? No, I've changed my mind, I want both of your hands!" Young Master Zhao's gaze turned sinister.
Being refuted and interrupted repeatedly today, where could he maintain his dignity?
Originally wishing to demand one hand to teach Su Chen a lesson, now he needed to assert his dominance and let everyone recognize his power.
Young Master Zhao's name was a brand, but if that brand lost its intimidation, who would fear him?
"Both hands? You're quite something." Su Chen grinned.
Demanding both hands, even the Prison King of Purgatory wouldn't utter such words.
Yet Young Master Zhao, full of confidence, wanted to teach him a lesson but really underestimated Death God.
If Young Master Zhao had the skill to detach both of Su Chen's hands, or even one, there'd undoubtedly be plenty offering him rewards and flags.
The patron spoke, and the two men in tight clothing began to intimidate Su Chen together.
