The face of fear and weakness instantly turned fierce and cruel!
The Swordsmith casually tossed the submachine gun to the ground and pulled out an assault rifle from behind.
The bald man immediately slid to his knees on the floor, his once ferocious eyes now clear, looking pitiful and innocent at the dark muzzle of the gun getting closer.
The rifle's muzzle nearly stuffed into his mouth before his body stopped sliding.
"What are you doing?"
"I was afraid you couldn't hear me," the bald man forced a smile, "Just getting a bit closer so I can report to you."
"Where is the teacher heading next?"
"Well, I'm not too sure about that, but I can take you to other strongholds to look."
In response, the Swordsmith shot him in the leg and pressed the scorching muzzle against the bald man's forehead, speaking irritably, "You didn't think I couldn't figure out what you're up to, did you!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
