Sir Moo-Rlboro Mike found Sir Cut-n-Run on a busy merchant street, shaking down a few rich young masters for some protection fees.
"Like I already told you three, I built this road. Since you're standing on it, you are required to pay protection fees."
The three arrogant young masters, with a troublemaker attitude, said to Sir Cut-n-Run,
"You did not build this road, old man, and we don't have to give you shit."
*Whip*
*Snap*
"Ahh!"
The man who talked back to Sir Cut-n-Run found himself slapped in the face by Backstab's three-foot-long blond beard. Somehow, the beard could extend past three feet to slap people in the face. This ignorant young master had never seen such a violent beard before.
Looking at this giant muscular old man, who had an eight-foot long claymore sword on his back, the young master said without a shred of fear,
