"Ah!!!"
"Lu En, you deserve to die!"
"You filthy lowborn!!" The middle-aged man Yang Bo had knocked unconscious was named He Kun. He worked for the Crown Prince, though publicly he had no connection to him, handling the Crown Prince's dirty work. He Kun woke from the excruciating pain and realized that his hand was broken.
"I, Lu En, just like women!"
"If I want to sleep with a woman I fancy, I will. If I don't want to, no one can force me!"
"Most of the money I make goes to women!"
"I fucking want to spend it that way."
"No one can force me over this."
"Tell the master behind you that I'm now a second-class guard. I serve his father."
"He hasn't become Emperor yet, so stop fucking acting like you can boss me around." Yang Bo struck again viciously, snapping one of He Kun's legs.
"We're all lackeys!"
"My master is the Emperor!"
"Your master is only the Crown Prince. I fucking hate it when you people talk to me in that tone!"
"At worst, I'll confess everything myself. The Crown Prince might be fine, but trash like you will definitely die."
"Don't interfere with my private life again!"
"I'm lowborn, and you idiot are lowborn too!"
"We're all dogs. None of us is more noble than the other." After saying that, Yang Bo picked up the liquor the bar staff had delivered earlier and poured it over He Kun's head.
"My fucking life has been worth it."
"Now we'll see whether yours has been worth it. At worst, we'll both go down together. And if you want me to do this or that in the future, pay me first."
"Don't disgrace your master!"
"If you don't have money, don't keep dogs!" Yang Bo's ruthless methods