Chapter 3 Bastard
Lucas Hughes turned pale in an instant!
He looked at Alexander Johnson in panic, stammering, "Yo... Young Mister Johnson, are you kidding! Being impotent is better than having nothing at all... Why are you here all of a sudden... Was your sleep unsatisfactory last night?"
Coming to his senses, he bent over obsequiously, solicitously tending to Alexander Johnson.
"What if my sleep was unsatisfactory?"
Alexander Johnson sneered disdainfully. Then, his eyes darkened, his hand loosened, and the dagger slipped from Lucas Hughes's head down toward his crotch.
With a ripping sound, the dagger fell straight down and slashed open Lucas Hughes's pants.
"Ah! Hiss! Ah..."
Lucas Hughes screamed, clutching below as he backed away. Only then did he realize the dagger had merely cut open his trousers.
"Hahaha! Coward!"
"What a pathetic wimp!"
"Hahaha..."