Judy Servon felt no fear, but instead cautioned him to be careful not to hurt himself.
Du Yu snapped, "You shut up."
A few seconds later: "Quit squirming!"
And a few seconds after that: "You've done enough, Judy Servon. Are you not afraid I'll really harm you?!"
The other man was taller than him–controlling him wasn't easy from the start.
But he was squirming nonstop like he had lice on him, giving no regards to his captor.
He even provoked him, "Do you dare to attack me?"
Du Yu quickly made a slight cut on his neck, producing two drops of blood.
But the effect was sufficient.
Judy Servon's expression slightly changed, and his once smiling face gradually tightened.
"Du–brave of you. You dare to even attack me."
He already attacked you, so why the worthless talk?
"Have your men back off!"
The man with fair skin contemplated for a moment and gestured for his own to retreat.
One of his bodyguards worried, "Sir, you're hurt!"
"I'm not hurt, you're seeing things."
