Du's words and actions sent a chill down the spine of everyone watching, to say nothing of the underling whose face was being touched.
The underling stumbled back three steps, his lips trembling as he said, "Boss... uh... I... I'm an artist, I don't sell my body."
"My mom is still counting on me to carry on the family line."
The underling said this with a troubled look, on the verge of tears.
Du San, standing behind them, couldn't help but laugh. He brought his hand down with a SMACK on the back of the bald underling's head.
"Keep dreaming! As if you'd be so lucky."
Du San had meant the comment to lighten the mood, but it only earned him the attention of everyone present, including an icy glare from Du.
'Crap, that came out a little ambiguous.'
Du San coughed and tried to salvage the situation. "The boss and his wife's love is stronger than gold. You guys don't even come close."
Du withdrew his murderous gaze and beckoned to the good-looking underling.
