Manager Zhang was tearfully grateful, bowing his head like pounding garlic: "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!"
Just as he was thinking that the man before him did have a bit of humanity, and wasn't the demon who killed without blinking an eye, an icy hand clamped onto his throat.
The man laughed coldly and chillingly: "You are my man, whether you live or die, whether you are good or bad, only I can decide. No one else can!"
With that, he aimed a kick at Manager Zhang's chest.
Manager Zhang was kicked off the carriage.
The carriage did not pause for a moment, but kept rolling along the Long Street.
Not until the carriage completely disappeared from sight, did Manager Zhang manage to stand up, clutching his chest.
His back was soaked with cold sweat.
When his throat was choked just now, he truly felt a strong killing intent.
