"Four… four…"
Geng Di stood up from the chair with a whooshing sound. He was boiled with anger, so he grabbed the cup on the table and threw it at the man's head.
"Four people! Are you a bunch of garbage? How can four people defeat 200 people? Why should I keep you around?" That had to be the funniest joke that Geng Di had ever heard. The strongest people working for Qu Rui were at the middle-level of their professions, but there were 200 of them. They should not have been pushed into such a tight corner by a mere four people.
"My Lord, I said it wrong… I said it wrong." That person put his hand over the bleeding wound on his head, remained on his knees, and begged.
"Wrong?" Geng Di sneered.
"Not… not four people, but two people and… and two mythical beasts."
The words mythical beasts struck Geng Di like a bolt of lightning. Surprise emerged in the depth of his eyes.
"Mythical beasts?"
"Yes… yes."
"Two?"
"Right…"
