"Boss... do whatever you want with me... I won't say another word, as long as you spare me..." Huang Mao pleaded with a tragic face.
"Really?"
"Of course it's true..."
"What will you use as a guarantee?"
"I... I'll use my chrysanthemum as a guarantee!"
Everyone felt a chill upon hearing this.
But Huang Mao knew all too well that his chrysanthemum was under someone else's control; clearly it was the most lethal and the most worth swearing by.
Zhu Bufan nodded contently, glanced at his buttocks, and sneered, "Wise choice, but if you dare to trick me, I guarantee your chrysanthemum will bleed massively..."
"I... I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare..."
Huang Mao was nearly scared silly.
Damn it, chrysanthemum bleeding massively, how could he face anyone after that?
All he could say was that he was unlucky to encounter such a demonically skilled person.
He defeated all his underlings in just two minutes; if that's not demonic, what is?
