"SMACK!" Seeing the terrified expressions on the two Martial Artists' faces, Xu Hao smacked them both on the back of the head, sending them stumbling forward.
"What's with that look? Are you saying my boss is some monster who kills without batting an eye? Still looking?! Believe it or not, I'll rip your eyes out and pop them like grapes!" Xu Hao roared at the two men, the sheer volume of his voice making their eardrums ring.
At the sight of Xu Hao's menacing glare, the two disciples were so frightened they collapsed to the ground. Their faces were filled with terror as they begged for their lives, "Please, don't kill us! We're just a couple of cannon fodder on patrol! Spare us!"
Seeing the two Martial Artists reduced to a miserable, blubbering mess, Shen Haoran rubbed his forehead and said, "Who said anything about killing you? Just keep talking."
