Apologize?
Lin Ye's expression turned strange. He looked at Kuang Beixiao. "If my subordinates couldn't stop you just now, wouldn't you have wanted to kill me?"
"Yes, the weak are not worthy of provoking the Berserker Race. As the young master of the Berserker Race, I have a reason to regain my lost face."
Kuang Beixiao nodded and said with a calm expression, "In this era, the strong are respected. You're strong, so I'll admit defeat and apologize to you. However, if you're weak and provoked my Berserker Race, you deserve to be beaten to death by me."
"Well said. You saw through it clearly."
Lin Ye clapped his hands and looked straight at Kuang Beixiao. "Then do you think that your actions can be undone with an apology?"
"Please tell me what you intend to do and. I, Kuang Beixiao, will take it head-on," Kuang Beixiao said seriously.
