"P-please, Brother, go away!" Tiansen Zhangzhi desperately wanted to catch his breath. The scroll could be taken by someone else again. Obediently, he handed over the scroll, looking very polite.
"Yes, sir. I didn't think I'd be this lucky—someone handed me a scroll right from the start!" Mirai said happily with a smile as he took the scroll from Tiansen Zhangzhi.
That was supposed to be my line! Tiansen Zhangzhi cursed inwardly. He swallowed his anger without letting it show on his face, then bowed through his tears to congratulate Mirai.
"It was only right for me to hand the scroll over to you, Brother. Do you have any other orders?" Tiansen Zhangzhi looked like a loyal dog. His face was bruised black and blue, his lips swollen, and his speech slurred from the taste of blood in his mouth.
"That's enough. I need to find other scrolls, so I have no more use for you," Mirai said coldly on purpose, intending to scare the fool.
"Brother, don't kill me. I have elderly and children at home. If you kill me, how will they survive?" Tiansen Zhangzhi was genuinely terrified, yet he did not dare cry out loud.
"I won't kill you either." Mirai remained still, smiling calmly. "But if there's a next time, I won't forgive you so easily. Understand?"
"Yes, sir. The moment I see you, Brother, I'll run!" Tiansen Zhangzhi immediately stopped crying and loudly assured him. His acting was truly impressive—good enough to be worth a hundred million dollars.
Mirai did not truly believe his story, but now that he had obtained the scroll, he had achieved his goal and was not planning to make things difficult for Tiansen Zhangzhi. Smiling, he said, "All right. Remember what you said. I'm leaving."
As soon as Mirai finished