"Ah!"
Miyamon Ichiro realized that his neck was bleeding and immediately began to scream like a banshee.
Yamamoto 59 and his companions were all shocked. They had never imagined that someone would actually dare to attack their young master, and so brazenly at that, going straight for the throat.
Wang Hao smiled at Yamamoto 59 and the others, showing eight neat little white teeth that gleamed in the sunlight.
"Need me to continue?"
Wang Hao's smile was sunny and bright.
But in the eyes of Yamamoto 59 and Miyamon Ichiro, he was Satan, a demon.
Seeing that Yamamoto 59 hadn't made way yet, Miyamon Ichiro, fearing that Wang Hao might truly chop off his head, clutched his wounded neck and hysterically roared, "Yamamoto, are you rebelling? Do you want your young master to die here?"
Upon hearing Miyamon Ichiro's reprimand, Yamamoto 59, who was faithfully devoted to the Miyamon family, felt as though his heart had been stabbed by a sword.
