"I was scared out of my mind. I almost attacked a powerhouse with Third-Order Cultivation just now." The bald burly man muttered under his breath, his voice thick with lingering fear.
In his eyes, someone with Third-Order Cultivation was an existence high above and utterly beyond his reach. With a flick of his finger, that person could grind him into powder, easier than crushing an ant.
His underlings helped the bald man to his feet. Though they had plenty of questions, they knew this was not the time to ask.
The bald man was silent for half a minute before recovering and speaking to his underlings.
"Go find those passersby we ran into just now and compensate them."
There was a trace of helplessness in his voice, but this was the result of careful consideration.
The underlings were stunned when they heard this.
They had done this sort of thing countless times before. Since when did they ever compensate anyone?
They immediately stared at one another, as if they had just heard some utterly absurd tale.
Seeing that none of his underlings moved, the bald man glared at them and said sternly, "Can't you understand what I'm saying?"
At that moment, his eyes held an unquestionable authority.
One of the underlings, who wore his hair in a braid, lowered his voice and asked cautiously, "Boss, are we really doing this?"
"I told you to do it, so do it. Stop talking nonsense." The bald man's attitude was firm and his tone forceful, as if he were issuing an order that would determine life or death.
Another underling, who wore an earring, had an expression of utter reluctance. He muttered, "Boss, this is too humiliating."
The bald man glared at him in annoyance. "I'm doing this for everyone's good. Stop blabbering