Despite the patriarch's attempt, Rong Fu wouldn't be scared of something like this, with a smirk he enjoyed the show.
" Who made this string? "
The patriarch asked, walking towards the Little dog who was still coughing out blood on the ground, with a single slap he was seriously wounded.
Still, he pushed himself up and spoke:
" S- Sir, you created it yourself, I- I had asked you to- "
*BOOOOOOM*
Before he finished his words, the patriarch threw one of the beads directly at his face, which easily pierced his fore head and destroyed his brain, before coming out from the other part of his head.
The two guard had removed the chairs from under them by now and they sat on the ground on their knees and looked at the small man with respect and fear.
Rong Fu just chuckled, and then the dwarf stepped back from the corpse, that was looking at the world with pleading eyes, even after his death.
