"So…" Chuzheng suddenly made her move, fast and precise. The knife hidden in her sleeve reached Master Liu's throat before he could counter, "Is that enough?"
What's the use of losing one's property at such a time, if not to strike?
See that, Bastard!
This is the correct way to settle the matter.
[...]
The knife was sharp, pressing against Master Liu's throat, a coldness seeping through the blade into his skin, blood, bones...
A bone-chilling coldness.
Just like this young girl.
"Master Liu!"
Master Liu raised his hand, signaling the others not to move.
"Sheng Min has raised a good daughter," Master Liu glanced towards Sheng Ting with a hint of insinuation, "Just not sure if the Sheng Family can still rise under Miss Sheng's hand."
From the moment Chuzheng appeared, Sheng Ting had a dark expression, a low pressure emanating all around him.
Chuzheng didn't pick up on his comment, "Mr. Liu, may I take my people and leave now?"
