Wang Hao was startled by A'qi's actions, though he didn't quite understand the rules of the underworld, he had heard of some.
A'qi had offended Wang Hao, and if Wang Hao didn't punish him, A'kun wouldn't let it pass either. If A'kun took action, it wouldn't be as simple as just breaking his arms or legs.
Kneeling on the ground, A'qi trembled uncontrollably, knowing that losing limbs was no joke.
Suddenly, Wang Hao grabbed the knife handle, swung it with a flourish, and a cool breeze passed over A'qi's head. Startled, he shivered and quickly closed his eyes.
But strangely, he felt no pain at all.
Reaching up, he realized his hair had been shortened.
"I see you were under orders, not acting of your own will."
Wang Hao said, rubbing the knife blade.
"This knife isn't too bad, I'll keep it. It will serve as your apology gift, and I won't pursue the past matter."
After he finished speaking, he placed the knife on the table.
