Shang Xiaoyuan woke up again and discovered he was lying on a bed, beside him was his older fisherman brother and Bashir, draped in a black robe.
Bashir's face was ashen. Seeing him suddenly awake, he landed a heavy slap on his face.
Shang Xiaoyuan's head was left spinning from the slap, but he dared not resist. He immediately got up from the bed, his hand covered his reddened cheek, and he stood with his head lowered in front of Bashir.
"I asked you to keep a close eye on Shang Xiaoyuan, what happened?"
Bashir suddenly revealed a pitch-black skeletal staff and pointed it at the regretful youth standing beside him.
The fisherman's face turned pale instantly, showing an expression of pain, beads of sweat the size of peas covered his forehead, he couldn't help but fall to his knees, he clenched his teeth so hard he didn't scream out.
He endured the intense pain coming from the depths of his soul, panting heavily he said, "Sir, It was my negligence."
