When the two men who were once guards were talking, they could feel a sharp gaze as sharp as a knife on their heads.
They trembled with fear and even trembled when they spoke. Some of them even stuttered.
They were afraid to say it, but they didn't dare to not say it, because if they didn't say it, they would anger the young master even more.
They were so remorseful now that their intestines had turned green. If they had known earlier, they would have been more respectful and polite to that lady, even if they had to kneel down and beg for mercy!
At least it was better than the current feeling. It was too oppressive. They didn't even dare to breathe. They had to carefully hold their breath and try not to make a sound.
Who knew if their young master would kill them if he was unhappy? the Black Dragon Gang, to put it nicely, was as white as white, but to put it bluntly, it was as black as black. However, it was just an elegant black.
