"Yes, Mr. Dao."
Xiaozhao came over, respectfully agreeing, holding a machete.
Such matters naturally didn't require Knife Mark to act personally; Xiaozhao could completely handle it.
Li Qi was utterly terrified. He kneeled on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic, constantly shouting, "Spare my life, Mr. Dao! Spare my life, Mr. Dao!"
Knife Mark didn't even glance at him again and turned around to leave.
Xiaozhao didn't hesitate at all; with a swift chop, a miserable howl echoed through the large tavern in the blink of an eye.
By then, Knife Mark was already walking out of the tavern accompanied by Jiang Chuan.
Standing outside the tavern, Knife Mark respectfully handed Jiang Chuan a cigarette.
Gazing at this man's chiseled, axe-like profile, Knife Mark dared not have any hint of underestimation in his heart.
Although Knife Mark once considered himself extraordinary and arrogantly invincible, he was very clear in his heart that before this man, he was nothing.
