Before Zhao Zhong could finish speaking, the bushy-haired Great Hann erupted into curses again.
"Damn, trying to bargain, don't know your place, huh? Believe it or not, I'll whip you to death, you old bastard!"
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his horsewhip and lashed towards Zhao Zhong's face.
But at that moment, a hand suddenly reached out.
And fiercely grabbed his horsewhip.
The person taking action was Li Chen.
The bushy-haired Great Hann was furious to see a young junior dare to intervene.
"Oh, boy, you're tired of living, isn't it?"
As he spoke, he exerted force, trying to retrieve his whip.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull the whip back.
The bushy-haired Great Hann, feeling embarrassed, angrily drew the knife from his waist and slashed at Li Chen's arm holding the whip.
"Crack!"
This slash landed right on Li Chen's arm.
However, the imagined severed limb did not appear, not even a drop of blood.
