Blondie didn't recognize the voice at first, assuming it was one of his boys, and then he responded to the question.
"Who else could it be? It's got to be killing that bitch who made us suffer like this."
Monkey, upon hearing this voice, felt it was unfamiliar; when he turned and saw the situation behind him, he was so scared that he could hardly speak clearly.
"Boss... Boss, should we... should we run?"
Right now, they were all crippled at the table, looking like they couldn't even run if they wanted to.
Blondie chugged a swig of beer, heard Monkey's stuttering, and slapped the back of his head.
"Run for what, why should we run? Just because we got beat up, now you turn into a stutterer?"
The other underlings also sensed something wrong; when they turned around and saw the dark mass behind them, they were so scared that their skewers fell from their hands.
"Boss, this... this... what should we do?"
"What do you mean, what should we do?"
