"Don't go, aren't you supposed to feed me?"
The old man grinned viciously and grabbed the hand of the man, which was already missing two fingers, preventing him from escaping.
The man, whose fingers were broken, was in excruciating pain, and his fear intensified when he heard this:
"You... I gave you chicken legs, not myself!!"
"Really?"
The old man smiled, "Those chicken legs were laced with poison, quite spicy, fitting as a seasoning.
"I thought it was meant to be eaten with you, but it wasn't? You just stuffed it directly into my mouth.
"After all, I've never heard of eating seasoning and the main dish separately...
"So you were actually trying to poison me? How ruthless of you."
The man he was holding nearly cried; his fingers were bitten off, and now he was being called ruthless?
What kind of monster is this?
Terrified, he instinctively looked towards his boss: "Big brother... save me!"
He was held by the wrist by the old man, completely unable to move.
