"Hiss..."
Zhang Xinnian slowly rose beside the wall, his gaze settling on the man. A moment later, he grinned again.
"A mere Thousand-household Commander? Fuck, when your grandpa Zhang was killing enemies on the Northern Frontier, you weren't worth a pube!"
"Just you wait. I'll remember that kick!"
"Oh..."
The man's eyes flickered as he listened, then he said indifferently, "All right!"
The man's bland indifference filled Zhang Xinnian with fury. He turned to the Fair-skinned Man and said, "Hurry up! Whatever tricks you've got, throw them all at me!"
"Your grandpa Zhang isn't afraid!"
"Ah!"
Seeing Zhang Xinnian act like this, the Fair-skinned Man sighed softly. "Still refusing to see sense!"
As he spoke, the Fair-skinned Man turned to the man who had just struck him and shook his head. "Ah, keep slapping him!"
"Slap him until he agrees to put his fingerprint on it. And... don't stop in the meantime!"
The Fair-skinned Man glanced at Zhang Xinnian as he added, "If you beat him to death and trouble comes of it, I'll take responsibility!"
"Yes, sir!"
The man answered, stepped forward, seized Zhang Xinnian by the collar, and hauled him up off the floor.
Zhang Xinnian was still grinning. "Come on! If your grandpa Zhang makes so much as a peep, you win!"
The Fair-skinned Man looked at Zhang Xinnian and shook his head helplessly.
Actually, he could easily have ordered someone to hold Zhang Xinnian down and force his fingerprint onto the document.
Indeed, it was only a fingerprint. That wasn't difficult.
But that would be no fun!
He enjoyed watching these hard bones get beaten soft, little by little, until they finally bowed their heads and willingly put down their fingerprints.
That... made it much more entertaining.
Yet just as the man raised his hand, ready