ZHANG YUE

Then the Bald man said,

"One jar of wine is enough to make up for all my losses? Look at this!" He raised his right hand and pointed it in front of the young man's face.

"This right hand of mine has been badly injured. Because of you. Ouch!" The bald man said as he made a face like he was in pain.

The young man looked upset. Then he said with annoyance,

"Are you a girl? Just a little nudge, your hand is already seriously injured. Even now, you're making a face like you're in pain. Woe!" The youth spat in front of the bald man.

This angered the bald man. His temper boiled over again.

"How dare you insult me. Now, feel this Demon Slayer's skills!" shouted the Bald Man. He took out the machete from the sheath hanging on the side of his pants. Then he raised it high. Ready to slash at the young man's skull.

"Hold on!"