Song Jian stayed in the rental room and didn't go out. After thinking for a long time, he decided to give the Octagonal Han Sword to Wu Xuan and claim he had borrowed it from Wu Xuan. As for the blood on the sword, Song Jian would feign complete ignorance, insisting he had just gotten the sword back;
As for how Wu Xuan would explain, that wasn't Song Jian's concern. Even if Wu Xuan implicated Song Jian, he believed that with the power behind the underground boxing ring, it would be easy to settle this matter.
"However, it's better to give Wu Xuan a heads-up in advance." With that thought, Song Jian dialed Wu Xuan's number.
"Hello, Old Wu?"
"Ah, who is this? If there's something, say it quickly; I'm busy!" The call was noisy, and Wu Xuan's impatient tone was laced with alcohol.
