Although the youth didn't use his full strength, the kick was still incredibly forceful to Hong Fugui. It drew a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth and left him with internal injuries, unable to get back on his feet for some time.
Hearing the youth's words, the middle-aged man, Hong Fugui, nearly ground his teeth to dust. His eyes burned with intense hatred. He kept his head down, panting heavily as if trying to recover from his injuries.
After a long moment, he slowly raised his head. Looking at the youth, he forced a grim smile that bared his teeth. "I'm sorry, Sir. I was wrong. I'm willing… to be your… dog!"
