"Do you really think you can survive once you leave the city? Little He, don't say I didn't give you a chance. It's your own fault for not cherishing it. Later on..."
He Zhao didn't pay any attention to Hong Zhen's words. He simply walked around him and left.
"Not bad, kid," Lu Xuan, standing in He Zhao's pocket, nudged him with his wooden arm. "Such an obvious threat, and yet you chose not to beat him up."
"Private fighting and crime are forbidden in the city. Everyone must abide by this rule," He Zhao took a deep breath. "Hong Zhen wouldn't dare break the rules here. I guess he's deliberately provoking me to strike first. His uncle is the local magistrate here. If I fell for it and gave him leverage, it could endanger my mother."
Since his father's death, He Zhao had been through a lot. He was more sensible and mature than his peers.
