His tone suggested impatience and loathing. Wrath and resentment surrounded him as if he was a devil from hell.

Emily Quest could feel her scalp prickle. She immediately sank to the ground, repeatedly kowtowing to beg for his mercy. “Master… I’m… I’m so sorry… Please give me another chance…”

“I’ve given you a second chance, haven’t I? How dare you to ask for a third chance? Am I supposed to give you the fourth chance too? Dumbass! Kill yourself!” the man bellowed.

“No… No, Master, please gi