"Since you can stomach it, you can eat it all…" Liu Hun spoke evenly, then suddenly bellowed, "Come here!" Grabbing Bai Dajun's greasy hair, he yanked him close, then, pressing Bai Dajun's head down, "Bang!" he smashed it onto the table.
Bai Dajun was secretly thrilled watching the money, never expecting Liu Hun to suddenly make a move, let alone with such strength. By the time he came to, his head had already dented the table, half buried in it.
"Ow…" Bai Dajun screamed like a slaughtering pig, his legs kicking in agony.
Liu Hun held Bai Dajun's head with one hand while he turned and caught a cleaver flying at his head. Catching a blade barehanded, with a "swhoosh," Liu Hun clenched his five fingers and snapped the cleaver in two. Staring at the stunned onlookers, he asked, "Still want to chop me?"
The lackey had never seen such a move and was so frightened he could only swallow hard, his mouth quivering, unable to utter a word.
