At the critical moment, he felt as though a great enemy loomed over his head. His head throbbed, his heart pounded wildly, nearly leaping out of his chest. Terror had already filled his heart, and he immediately prepared to cup his fists and beg for mercy.
But just then, Chen Xiaofan spoke directly.
"Don't beg me for mercy. I've seen far too much trash like you. My usual attitude toward trash is to send it straight to the Western Paradise. Of course, you might not quite understand the term 'Western Paradise,' since it's a phrase from my hometown. But what you've done has truly made me laugh in anger."
"That's right, I've laughed in anger. Actually, I'm not angry at all, because someone as ignorant as you leaves me not even knowing what to say. Enough. The nonsense ends here. Please die!!"
With that, Chen Xiaofan prepared to make his move. He simply found this man utterly ridiculous, like finding an extremely, extremely worthless blade of grass by the roadside—so laughable it made one want to die.
Yet this blade of grass thought itself quite valuable, believed itself powerful and terrifying, able to bully other blades of grass of even lower status at will. It was simply too pedantic, too absurd to the extreme.
The moment he heard that the other party was about to attack, the Young Master was instantly drenched in cold sweat. He did not even know what to say, his lips trembling violently as he hurriedly blurted out,
"W-W-Wait, please wait, Senior! I know I provoked you just now. That was my fault. I apologize to you for my foolishness and arrogance, but please understand that I have always been blind and unable to recognize greatness. This time, it was my blindness that offended you."
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