The urgency in his voice was palpable, "Big brother, please show mercy."
His raised hands paused, and after a brief hesitation, the turbulence around him instantly settled into calm.
The man's eyes flashed with a vicious glare towards the person who suddenly appeared in the midst of the battle, "Yun Xiaoran? You little rascal, what are you doing here? Don't you see that I am carrying out the master's command?"
The boy wasn't very old, appearing to be just eighteen or nineteen, with a touch of youthfulness still visible on his face. Facing the accusation, his pupils contracted slightly before he boldly raised his face and declared, "I am also carrying out the master's command."
The man sneered with disdain, as if looking at a weak ant, "Hmph, you're a useless one. What sort of task could the master possibly assign to you? Just go back and obediently sweep your floors."
