Old men covet wealth, young men lust—such is the nature of man.
When the young assassin Heizi heard that Wang Hao was not planning to kill him, but instead to directly castrate him, his face turned ghostly pale on the spot.
He was not afraid to die, even if Wang Hao really struck him with a knife. He believed in himself, confident he would not even furrow his brow.
But to be castrated, having that most important part of his body chopped off—that was akin to a fate worse than death.
And to make matters worse, as Wang Hao spoke, he also gestured, his exaggerated facial expressions and the sharp-edged dagger in his hand truly frightening.
Wang Hao seemed to see through Heizi's thoughts, patted his shoulder, and chuckled, "Don't be afraid, it's all right, just relax. The Saint once said, 'Fortune and disaster go hand in hand.' With this cut, who knows, it might even help you achieve great things and leave your mark in history!"
