"Fuckin' hell! Dazhu, go get your shotgun. Next time I run into that little shit, I don't care if he's a martial artist, I'm going to kill him." Huang Furen's eyes blazed with rage as he swore viciously.
"A martial artist? Boss, you encountered a martial artist? What happened to Ah Biao and Ah Feng? How could they not have protected you well?" Ye Dazhu was also startled and hurriedly asked.
"Forget those two idiots, strutting around like they're all that in the factory. The moment they faced a martial artist, they turned chicken and ran, leaving me behind. Wait until they get back, I'll make sure to give them a harsh lesson."
Back at the factory, Huang Furen was in a foul mood. Seeing the cats and dogs caged on the floor only fueled his anger even more. He snatched the butcher knife from Ye Dazhu's hand, grabbed a trembling house cat from a cage on the floor, meowing pitifully, and ruthlessly chopped its head off to vent his frustration.
