She slowly raised her hand, pulling a bamboo pick from her hair, her deep gaze focused on the sharp end, "I'm not sure, but the young master can certainly tell me."
"Hey rat, tell her how many doctors I've beaten," the Little Overlord Zhong shouted at the servant behind him, who immediately moved forward, stealthily hunching his body, gleefully revealing a number to Lin Caisang.
"Our young master has beaten fifteen doctors so far, each getting ten hits!"
"Really?"
Lin Caisang chuckled softly.
"So, you're scared now, aren't you?" The Little Overlord Zhong jeered with an even more triumphant look on his face.
"Scared? It would be reasonable to be."
Lin Caisang looked up and before anyone could make out what was happening, they noticed a blur in front of their eyes as the bamboo pick was already pierced into the Little Overlord Zhong's hand. The next moment…
'Slap!'
