“Boss Lin, I apologize. My brother is too impulsive and has offended you. Please don't mind it.” Wu Qing bowed to Lin Hao and apologized.
Lin Hao, who was about to make a move, saw Wu Qing's sincere attitude and couldn't bring himself to act.
“Just an apology? If all it takes is an apology, can anyone come and run wild in front of me?” Lin Hao looked at Wu Qing calmly.
Wu Qing's brow furrowed slightly upon hearing Lin Hao's words.
Clearly, Lin Hao wanted compensation.
Thinking of this, Wu Qing couldn't help but glance sideways at the nearby Zhuī Mìng. If it weren't for this guy, he wouldn't have to be so submissive or passive.
But he could endure, while Zhuī Mìng couldn't.
“Damn it, kid, our boss has already apologized to you, what more do you want? Don't push your luck.” Zhuī Mìng pointed at Lin Hao and shouted angrily.
“Hmph…”
“I hate it when people point at me!” Lin Hao's face darkened as he coldly snorted.
As soon as Lin Hao finished speaking, everyone felt a chill in the air.
Then they saw a white shadow flash, followed by a flash of cold light.
The moment the chill arose, Zhuī Mìng felt a fatal crisis.
He instinctively used his light skills to dodge. As he moved his feet, he suddenly felt his body go out of control.
He stood there, unable to move, watching the white light flash past him.
He could clearly see that the white light came from the figure wearing a straw hat who had been sitting in the corner of the hall.
Then he felt a coldness in his finger, followed by a piercing pain.
His finger was cut off. He, the one of the Four Great Constables of the Six Gates, had his finger cut off in front of so many people.
“Clang…”
Chun Lei was sheathed. Nángōng Pùshè remained expressionless, as if he hadn't made a move at all.
It was indeed Nángōng Pùshè who had made the move, and as for why Zhuī Mìng couldn't dodge, it was because he was directly controlled by Lin Hao.
Wu Qing wanted to intervene, but as soon as he moved, he was shocked to find that he couldn't move. His inner strength was completely out of control.
He couldn't even sense his own inner strength.
His heart sank immediately. Even when facing the Divine Envoy, he had never experienced such a situation.
He could only pray silently that Lin Hao would show mercy.
Although Nángōng Pùshè was a Grandmaster, he couldn't control a Half-Step Grandmaster simply with his aura.
But others didn't know this.
They were all shocked by Nángōng Pùshè's move. They never thought that Zhuī Mìng, one of the Four Great Constables, would be unable to even dodge.
Seeing that Zhuī Mìng had only lost a finger, Wu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was just a finger. This must be a warning.
If he had really wanted to kill, Zhuī Mìng would have definitely been doomed this time.
However, while he thought this way, someone else didn't think the same.
This person was Zhuī Mìng. His initial shock turned to anger.
He, one of the Four Great Constables of the Six Gates, wherever he went, as long as he showed his identity, people would treat him with respect.
Even high-ranking officials wouldn't dare to disrespect him.
But today, in this small pawnshop, he was humiliated.
Humiliation was one thing, but his finger was cut off, it was like rubbing his face, the face of the Six Gates, in the dirt!
“Ah… My hand, you scoundrel, how dare you?!”
“I must kill you today, otherwise, I will not be able to quell my anger.” Zhuī Mìng's eyes turned blood red with rage.
“Enough, Zhuī Mìng, if you dare to act recklessly again, don't blame me for not being merciful.” Wu Qing said coldly.
Hearing Wu Qing's cold words, Zhuī Mìng's anger subsided slightly. He turned around and looked at Wu Qing with a gloomy expression.
“Boss, what do you mean?”
“My finger is cut off now, it's the Six Gates' face that is lost.”
“You don't even stand up for me, and you still say that?” Zhuī Mìng said angrily with excitement.
Seeing Zhuī Mìng's excited appearance, Wu Qing sighed helplessly in his heart.
Some things are not suitable to be said here.
Once they are said here, how will Zhuī Mìng survive in the martial arts world?
“What did the Divine Envoy tell us before we left? If it wasn't for your impulsiveness, how could this have happened?”