Yihao was terrified, he clung onto Chenglei and gripped him tight, pulling him back as they moved against a wall. He wanted to protect his friend but his feet wouldn't move and he didn't know what to do, he couldn't look away from the knife. The scary one with the knife stood there, looking dark and devious, while the 'pervert' dusted himself off and readjusted his coat.

"Don't wave your knife around near the young... around him." Well, now Chenglei made him feel gross using the word master. He sighed and looked at the punk, shaking his head in disapproval. "Zhao Chenglei, I am not a pervert. I was sent by your grandfather. Do you know what that means?"

God, he hoped so.