The Mysterious Method

'Argh.'

The old man cried out and with the fear of his beard being pulled out, he hadn't realized that one of his feet was already out of the circle.

Zhao Luo who was looking down while pulling the old man's beard while giving it his all noticed that he already forced the old man's foot out of the circle and smiled.

"I did it."

Zhao Luo shouted and rejoiced while anger was burning in his master's eyes.

"Let it go."

The old man order Zhao Luo with a shaky tone which showed how much he cared for his beard.

"Yes, master."

Zhao Luo looked at the old man and shivered while looking at his eyes.

He released his grip over his beard and fell on his back.

'Hah, hah.'

Zhao Luo was breathing heavily while the old man was looking down.

"Hah, your method was despicable..."

He cried out with anger.

"But a win is a win."