"Please... Please... Spare me, Chekhov... I promise I won't mess with you anymore!" Steen begged Chekhov like a whipped dog.
"Spare you?" Upon hearing this, Chekhov cursed, "Fuck your great-grandmother, you almost ruined my dick. Shit, what's the point of living if I lose it?"
Boom!
As Chekhov's words dropped, Chen Fan swung his leg and kicked fiercely at Steen's legs.
"Ah!!!!"
A wail, even more horrific than that of the Thai Tiger, echoed through the room, scaring the latter into convulsions.
"Hiss...hiss...hiss..." Steen inhaled sharply, trembling, whiteness washed over his face as he looked at Chen Fan, his eyes filling with malice: "Butcher... if you kill me, you'll completely offend the whole Dark Ghost!"
"I said it before, you dare touch a hair on Chekhov, I'll wipe out the entire Mysel Family!"
"I also said I would use your skull as a wine cup!"
"As for...the Dark Ghost, do you think I'm scared??"
Scared?
Not scared!
