"What skill?" Duge asked.
"Bro, can you pull out the knife first? Otherwise, by the time I finish talking, I might be done for," Vito said with difficulty, "Besides, I can't beat you anyway."
Duge pondered for a moment and then pulled out the curved knife.
Accompanied by a muffled grunt, blood spurting from the wound, Vito's body violently shook, and he quickly spoke up, "Captain, I've never seen such beautiful knife work, swift and fast. When it went into my heart, I didn't feel any pain at all, like a red-hot iron plunged into the snow. You've perfected a merciful blade technique..."
As he spoke, he sneakily observed Duge's expression.
Seeing that Duge's face remained inscrutably amused.
Vito finally fell into despair and, with no other choice, continued to awkwardly flatter in an attempt to heal his wounds.
When the other party isn't fooled by the skill, talking like this is really embarrassing.
Why is he so unlucky?
Just bumping into someone turns out to be his nemesis.
