"How much?" Xu Huo asked.
"Two dollars each," the girl hastily replied.
There were some scattered paper money laid out in front of Xu Huo's car, which he gestured at with his chin, signaling her to take it herself.
The girl paused, then said with embarrassment, "Sir, could you hand me the money instead?"
"If you don't want to sell, then forget it," Xu Huo said as he pretended to close the car window, but the girl quickly threw the flower into the car.
Xu Huo, who was on guard, immediately pulled out the Crimson Sword. With a flash of the blade, the rose was cut in two and fell onto the passenger seat, turning into two pieces of a snake. The head of the snake, still alive, shot toward him.
With a swing of his sword, Xu Huo knocked the snake's head away, pushed open the car door, and stepped out. He used a string from his instrument to trip up the fleeing person and drag them back toward the car.
