Yu Daming's voice grew quieter as he spoke, and by the end, it was almost inaudible.
Wang Youbao listened, furious, and cursed angrily, "You think, you think, you're always assuming, do you have any idea that you nearly killed her?! Usually, I let your presumptuousness slide because of your loyalty, but now, you really don't take me as your master seriously. If I let this go, not only would I not be able to forgive myself, but just thinking of her staying at the Gate of Hell for four days, I won't let you off the hook! Go back and take your punishment. When they beat you to death, that's when they can stop!"
Since Yu Daming's servitude contract was in Wang Youbao's hands, Yu Daming's life belonged to Wang Youbao, and even if Wang Youbao beat Yu Daming to death, he wouldn't be held responsible.
"Young Master, please spare me this once, I beg you, Young Master…" Yu Daming kept kowtowing to Wang Youbao without stopping.
But Wang Youbao remained unmoved.
