"Old Bide, old bastard, regretting it now, aren't you?"
Chen Xiaobei mocked, taking the opportunity to kick him when he's down, since Old Bide had insulted him plenty before.
If I don't retaliate, then all that soft living at my aunt's would be wasted, wouldn't it?!
"Chen... Mr. Chen, I was wrong, I deserve to die, I didn't recognize greatness when I saw it, and offended Mr. Chen."
"I beg Mr. Chen to treat me like a fart and let me go!"
Elder Ming, enduring his injuries, struggled to kneel on the ground, his old face full of humility, and kowtowed repeatedly for mercy.
"Your face is so thick, Old Bide, where did you learn that?"
Chen Xiaobei took a deep breath, this Old Bide wasn't just a half-step grandmaster, he had a grandmaster-level face too.
His slide into kneeling was so natural.
"I'm Old Bide, I'm a one-eared fool, I'm old and muddle-headed, actually working my life away for Ye Shanhe! I beg Mr. Chen to spare me on account of my muddle-headedness!"
