Fox's fake bravado, Su Shu had seen plenty of it in his previous life.
Not interested in wasting words, she directly drew her sword and pressed it against the opponent's neck with a sneer, "You won't let me go, huh? Well then, I'm sorry, but you won't be going anywhere either."
As the blade pressed down slightly, a warm sensation suddenly emerged from Kun Ge's neck.
Damn it, this chick is really going for it!
"Wait wait wait, let's talk this out, there's no need to be so drastic."
Today of all days, Kun Ge's luck had really gone to the dogs, encountering such an unpredictable character.
Without any warning, she'd throw a punch or draw a sword, impossible to read.
If he still didn't know whether the person in front of him was someone he could afford to offend, all his years of eating white rice would be for naught.
Ever since the black market was established, he'd seen all sorts of people, but never someone like this.
Just doing whatever the hell she wanted.
