Zhang Shiqing looked at the four men before her, her face filled with panic.
"What... what do you want? Don't come any closer. I'm warning you, don't come any closer."
"Get lost!"
"Get lost!"
Zhang Shiqing gripped the hatchet tightly in her hand. Amid her panicked gaze was a faint trace of ferocity.
"Hehe, little lady, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."
The fleshy-faced man licked his lips, his gaze like that of a hunter sizing up prey.
"Get lost... all of you, get lost... If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude."
As Zhang Shiqing spoke, she aimed the hatchet at them. Under extreme terror, she was becoming somewhat crazed, as though she might hack at them at any moment.
"Hmph, our young master spoke to you so nicely, yet you dare point a knife at him? You really refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
"Hurry up and put down the knife, then serve our young master properly. Otherwise, the few of us will make you suffer later."
"Do you know that our young master taking a fancy to you is your blessing? As long as you serve him well, wealth and honor will never be lacking in your future."
"..."
"..."
Already trembling with fear, Zhang Shiqing became even more flustered at that moment.
Her eyes were full of terror, yet she remained so resolute.
"Get out... get out of here..."
"..."
Zhang Shiqing screamed hysterically, staring at them without blinking.
"Hehe!"
The fleshy-faced man's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Little lady, don't be afraid. I told you, I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid."
"Hehe!"
"..."
As he spoke, the fleshy-faced man slowly approached Zhang Shiqing.
"Don't come over... stop... Don't come over... Stop right there."
Zhang Shiqing instinctively backed away.