The blade was cold; Zuma felt the chill of it grazing his fingers, almost causing his legs to buckle and collapse.
Shen Chi, seeing his reaction, felt his mood inexplicably lifted. He laughed and said, "Zuma, are you tired of shouting? Does anyone care?"
"You, you, you... Shen Chi, if you dare touch a hair on my head, I'll, I'll fight you to the death!" Zuma stuttered in terror.
He had heard that Shen Chi was ruthless and merciless when dealing with enemies.
He had not believed it before, because every time he met Shen Chi, Shen Chi behaved like a perfect gentleman.
He was nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Make a deal with a wolf, and you might as well wait to be devoured!
Shen Chi laughed again: "Zuma, I won't touch your hair, your hair isn't worth anything. But your head, on the other hand, is quite valuable. The knife isn't sentient; what if... what do you reckon we should do?"