Zhou Yang curled his lips into the cruel arc of a dagger's blade, glinting with a cold and menacing light, and sneered:
"Mr. Zhou? Wasn't I just a piece of trash criminal in your eyes? I warned you, if you let me find out you've hurt Xue, I will make you regret ever being born!"
Xu Ming, fearing and regretting offending this desperado, kept knocking his head on the ground and said:
"Mr. Zhou, I'm nothing, I'm trash, I'm a dog not worth your glance. Please, I beg you to forget this small person's transgression and spare my dog's life!"
Zhou Yang scoffed:
"Haven't forgotten how you begged for death in front of me, have you?"
"Regretful now?"
"Too late!"
"Your daddy didn't teach you how to live a good life, no matter, I'll Deliver you. Remember to be a good person in your next life!"
Before the sound of his voice even faded.
Zhou Yang swung a high-backed chair like a giant windmill, slamming it down hard on Xu Ming's head.
Thunderous violence!
Swift and decisive!