"I think you might have a bit of a misunderstanding," Chen Ze's mouth twitched, this old man was a bit too fierce, quick to draw his sword at the slightest disagreement.
"Oh? I may be old, but I'm not hard of hearing," Miguel brandished the dagger in his hand.
There was an extremely powerful magic circle here. Miguel knew he couldn't solve this problem, but it wasn't in his nature to just sit back and wait to die.
"What I just fed you was a chili pepper, it gives you a special taste, but essentially, it's a sensation of pain," Chen Ze had no choice but to explain.
"Pain?" Miguel was stunned, he felt like he was beginning to understand what Chen Ze meant.
"Young man, would you be willing to listen to an old man's story?" Miguel sat down on a chair, and the dagger was nowhere to be seen.
Chen Ze checked his phone, it was still early, and he guessed no customers would come in for a while, so listening to a story didn't seem so bad.
