Your Elevator Really Wastes Employees

"What did you mean?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Please draw your blade, sir."

The Blood Samurai slightly raised his sword tip, pointing it diagonally toward the sky.

Following the direction of the blade, Liu Zheng saw an inconspicuous spot in the blood clouds above twist into the shape of an ear.

"Can I just stand still and let you chop me?"

He sighed.

Although Liu Zheng did not dislike violence, he was not some battle-crazed lunatic who got a thrill from fighting.

Ever since entering the Metropolis, the fighting had never stopped, and he was indeed getting a little tired.

If he absolutely had to take a hit, then he might as well lie down and let himself be chopped.

"That naturally will not do."

The Blood Samurai's face twitched.

After serving as an elevator for so many years, he had truly never seen such a lazy bastard.

If he were not counting on Liu Zheng to help save his wife and daughter, he would even think cutting him would dirty his blade.

"Then can I fight back?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Of course. Please attack as you please, sir. There is no need to worry about hurting me."

There was a faint hint of mockery in the Blood Samurai's voice.

"Forget it. I still can't work up the energy. Go ahead, can you look at my butt?"

He turned around, putting his back to the Blood Samurai.

"Has sir never heard that scars on one's back are a warrior's shame?"

The veins on the Blood Samurai's forehead throbbed wildly.

"I have."

Come on, he had been an ACG fan too. How could he possibly not have heard such a classic line?

"Then why are you turning your back on me?"

The Blood Samurai changed how he addressed him.

"Because I'm not