"I certainly won't die here." Yan Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, glaring stubbornly at the salt bag in Little Drilling Wind's hand.
"Let's go!" Little Drilling Wind took another step forward with his right foot.
"Wait!" Yan Xuan stopped Little Drilling Wind, "Officer Bai, I need a favor from you, a very important matter!"
"What's happening really?" Little Drilling Wind looked incredulous.
But what he found even more unbelievable was the punch he received in his face. Because of his weakness, Yan Xuan's punch was not strong, but Little Drilling Wind was also very weak at the moment, and being hit in the nose, he winced and covered the spot with his right hand.
The salt bag was still in Little Drilling Wind's left hand, but compared to before, he was paying much less attention to it.
This is his chance!
Yan Xuan had been waiting for this moment. He snatched the bag of salt from Little Drilling Wind's hand.
