Philemon looked over at the Chinese boy who was before him, he had a small body frame, there was nothing supposedly intimidating about him but the look in his eyes showed he was even more fearsome than a demon.
"Who are you?!" He asks.
"Keep asking the wrong questions and you shall bring certain doom upon yourself," 10 year old Zhangshun Shan smiles, Philemon shuddered back in fear. "The question to ask when you just meet someone is pleasure to make your acquaintance, may I know who your name but if it's a God you stand before, you get on your belly and bow," Zhangshun Shan smiles cruelly as he raises his right hand at him. "Now do the needful before I take back my benevolence and destroy you."
"What's the point," Philemon mutters as he sinks to the ground, his face crestfallen. "All
