Before Qu Tong could respond, Rong Chengjue returned with a drink in hand, pressing a dagger against the greasy man's chubby neck and asked, "What about your mother?"
The greasy man tried to stand up from his chair with a kick, but was constrained by the dagger at his neck. He managed to raise himself slightly before sitting back down. Without daring to turn his head, he could only glance at Rong Chengjue sideways and started to speak in a trembling voice, "Nothing… It was just a joke I made with the pretty girl."
"Is that so?" Rong Chengjue asked lightly while the dagger in his hand pressed in a fraction deeper.
The greasy man felt a stabbing pain in his neck and a warm liquid slide down his skin, soaking his shirt.
Not only that, but as an A-rank Psychic, he also felt an overwhelming spiritual power pressing down on him, causing his Spirit Sea to tremble with an intense sense of danger.
Scared out of his wits, he began to apologize incoherently:
