[Heh, starting today, I'm not fighting Fu Dog over Brother Chi anymore. Beauty matters, but I value my life. Fu Dog really could kill me with one punch.]
"Cough!! Cough-cough! Cough, cough, cough!" The knife fell beside him. The man struggled up from the ground, clutching his constantly bleeding nose and groaning in pain.
"Yikes, used too much force."
"Find something to tie him up with and leave him here. We'll keep heading up." Chi An walked over to the man, picked up the butterfly knife beside him, weighed it in his hand twice, and casually pocketed it.
"There's nothing here to tie him up with. How about we strip off his pants and use those?" Fu Yanci's gaze lingered on the man's pants. He gave them a disgusted look. "Filthy. I'd probably catch a fungal infection just touching those pants."
"Do you have any manners?! How can you talk like that?"
"I haven't even complained about you wanting to take my pants off, and you're already insulting them?!"
Enough was enough. He accepted that he couldn't beat this guy, but now the guy actually dared to look down on him?! This was an outright insult to his dignity!
"I didn't even outright call you dirty, and you're saying I have no manners? Buddy, you really don't know what's good for you."
[Speechlessness is my native language. The thugs I remember usually don't talk nicely. They look vicious and go straight to violence. I've never seen ones like these.]
[I was such a joke for getting nervous earlier. Here I am, worrying myself sick, while you're having fun in there.]
[Kicking him in the face wasn't enough; you even want to strip his pants off. Even if I were a thug, I'd call you vicious. Absolutely no manners, and even