"Satisfied?"
Yue Xiaofei looked at the three men kneeling on the floor, trembling.
His calm gaze passed over Cao Kun, then Xu Zhenxiong, before settling on the deathly pale Xu Yaoyang.
Under his gaze, all three felt a terrifying pressure descend on them like a landslide and a tidal wave, crushing the breath from their chests.
"My memory isn't very good."
Yue Xiaofei spoke slowly. His voice was quiet, yet everyone in the room heard him clearly.
"But I don't think that's what you were saying earlier."
"I seem to remember someone saying I had to break both my arms before he'd leave me with an intact corpse."
"And someone else said he'd break my arms and legs, then throw me in the river to feed the fish."
With every sentence Yue Xiaofei spoke, the three kneeling men grew paler.
Cao Kun and Xu Zhenxiong, in particular, wished they could tear the mouth off that troublemaker Xu Yaoyang.
Those words were like death warrants, dragging them step by step toward the abyss.
"No... no, sir! It was all a misunderstanding! We failed to recognize who you were! We spoke without thinking!"
Cao Kun reacted first. He kowtowed frantically, his forehead striking the floor with heavy thuds.
"I deserve this! I ran my mouth! I'll slap myself! Please accept my apology!"
With that, he raised his hand and began slapping himself hard, first one cheek, then the other.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
He put all his strength into every slap. Each one rang out sharply.
After only a few, his once-thin face had swollen red.
He hoped hurting himself would calm the fury of the terrifying man before him.
But Yue Xiaofei merely watched his performance coldly, his expression unchanged.
"Stop."
Only after Cao Kun had slapped himself more than a dozen