Humiliation
Shen Wuxiao smiled. "Ali, your memory isn't very good. Did you forget what I said before? When you see This Young Master, call me 'Grandpa,' kneel down, and polish my shoes."
"You agreed to it yourself. Are you going back on your word now?"
Shen Wuxiao's handsome smile looked like that of a devil in Xiao Yifeng's eyes.
Damn it, had that really happened?
That damned Ali—there had been nothing in the files saying he had offended Shen Wuxiao.
Fuck.
He was really screwed now.
Did he really have to kneel and polish Shen Wuxiao's shoes?
"You don't agree? You want to be someone who breaks his word, is that it? Fine, then I'll kill you."
Shen Wuxiao raised his hand and turned it. Duke of Destruction gave off black mist as it pressed against Xiao Yifeng's forehead.
Uncle Ji grew somewhat anxious and hurriedly raised his hand. "Young Master Shen... it was my grandson's fault. He shouldn't have gone back on his word."
Uncle Ji was helpless.
Though the identities they had assumed were those of Stan Country's upper echelon—
perhaps they were impressive, but before Shen Wuxiao, they were still utterly insignificant.
They had truly not been mentally prepared for something like this.
Who the hell could have imagined that Ali, played by Xiao Yifeng, had actually offended Shen Wuxiao?
Had he known, he would have come himself.
They could have simply told outsiders that Ali was unaccustomed to the local climate.
That would have been better than this.
Things had turned out like this, yet they had no choice but to endure it.
The moment they fought back or resisted, the martial artists watching nearby were no pushovers.
There were even super experts hidden in the dark.
Xiao Yifeng felt even more humiliated.
Cosplay required caution.