Crooked-Neck Chicken said: "I told you about this, you're well aware."
Yi Zheng shook his head: "The previous sentence."
Crooked-Neck Chicken said: "I said, their skills have no effect on me, they can't make me lose any blood."
Yi Zheng snapped his fingers and said: "That's the issue. They can't make you lose blood, but can't you hurt yourself?"
"What?! I'm fine with acting, but self-harm too?" Crooked-Neck Chicken stared with his big, intelligent eyes, showing his displeasure.
Yi Zheng said: "Of course, you can also choose to let me help you bleed."
Crooked-Neck Chicken immediately straightened up and adjusted his attitude: "Don't worry, boss. Isn't it just self-harm? I'm a professional at it!"
To ensure the performance was real enough, Yi Zheng also needed Crooked-Neck Chicken to call his minions over. With the boss and the minions present, it looked real.
However, Yi Zheng felt something was still lacking. He looked around and then slapped his forehead!
