Thus, after a few punches and kicks, the thousand-man butcher simply lay on the ground.
"Don't kill me!"
Seeing his giant scissors, which had killed thousands, snatched away easily, the butcher realized something was wrong and decisively chose to apologize.
"I'm sorry! Don't kill me! I just... No, no, no! Don't you want to keep me alive to witness your strength?"
"Huh?"
Du Chengfeng frowned at his words.
"Who are you that I need you to witness anything? You're not even someone I know."
"Ah?"
The butcher was at a loss, completely not expecting his plea to be ineffective.
A true strongman should let him go like an ant, right? But why is this stranger not buying it at all?
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm willing to become someone familiar! Getting to know each other will make us familiar, right? Let me tell you, I have some fame here..."
"Oh?"
Du Chengfeng, holding the blazing fire blade, looked the bandit up and down.
"You're willing to become familiar?"
