"Pah! Who do you think you are? You? Worthy of having my Young Master dirty his hands on you?" Steward Wang spat on the ground in contempt. Turning back, he stared at Xu Jie as if he were an idiot. "A measly Saint Realm Blacksmith... In my Young Master's eyes, you're worth less than a dog on the street!"
Xu Jie's hands clenched into tight fists, veins bulging on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and snarled, "That scumbag Young Master of yours, worthy of having me forge a weapon for him? Get the hell out! I'm done serving you! Get out, get out, get out!"
As he spoke, Xu Jie strode toward the middle-aged Steward Wang.
"You fucking piece of sh—" Steward Wang exploded in a furious curse.
SLAP!
Xu Jie's large hand viciously slapped Steward Wang across the face with a crisp crack.
