"I'm sorry, it was my fault," he said.
Jian Qing let out a cold snort, pressing the dagger against his throat, "Say that to my brother."
With his palm being crushed in agony, the boy hastily did as Jian Qing instructed, looking at Jian Luo with a pale face, his voice trembling, "I'm sorry, it was my fault, I shouldn't have thrown away your cake."
"Next time you see us, take a detour," Jian Qing toyed with the dagger, releasing his hand and standing up.
The boy scrambled up and away, and the other onlooking children, like birds startled by the twang of a bow, scattered upon witnessing Jian Qing's ferocity. Even those boys who had been looking to start trouble quickly disappeared.
Luckily, this was an area where children played; otherwise, it would've surely drawn the attention of the adults, and Jian Qing would have really become infamous.
For a moment, only four people remained in the Rest Area.
