Under the admiring gaze of the crowd, Qiu Zimo took slow steps, gradually approaching Jian Dan...
The man who was just shouting and going berserk at Jian Dan now stood still like a frightened bird, not daring to move an inch.
"You've got some nerve, huh?" Qiu Zimo coldly regarded the man who had just spoken.
"Zimo... Master Zimo..." Under Qiu Zimo's overpowering aura, the two men already frightened, could barely articulate their words, "We... we don't understand what you mean!" their heads hung very low.
"You dare to touch my people, and you tell me you don't understand?"
"What?" The two men, Meng Ran lifted their heads, their eyes brimming with terror.
The next second, both men knelt before Qiu Zimo with a thud. "Master Zimo, we didn't know, we truly didn't know she was your person. We deserve to die, we deserve to die!" They raised their hands to continually slap their own cheeks.
The quickly reddening cheeks indicated the force of the slaps was anything but light.
