However, before Maxwell Ewell could crawl a few steps,
he suddenly felt a chill on his forehead.
He subconsciously looked up and saw the man in front of him holding a shotgun to his forehead.
...
"What the fuck's going on?!"
Scar Dog held the shotgun, aimed at the man who looked like a beggar, and frowned in confusion, "What the fuck are you trying to do? Who told you to crawl? What do you want?"
"Um..."
Maxwell Ewell hesitated and said subconsciously, "My mistake."
"Not bad at all."
Scar Dog laughed sarcastically, "Who did you learn this way of apologizing from?"
"Not saying a word, and just crawling?"
"Well..."
Maxwell Ewell hesitated for a moment, slowly got up from the ground, and cautiously asked, "If I don't have to apologize, can I just leave?"
"..."
Scar Dog kept a straight face after a moment of silence, feeling that he couldn't communicate with this man, and simply asked, "How long have you been around here?"
