Zuo Bin's weapon was a thick-bladed cleaver, shiny from clearly being maintained well.
Apart from the blade being very sharp, the weapon's weight was another crucial factor. The momentum in its swings could easily rip open a wound on someone's body. If it managed to completely slice a neck, Zuo Bin's comment about chopping off heads wasn't an exaggeration, he could certainly do it using this weapon.
"Come out!" Zuo Bin rested the cleaver on his shoulder, the weight of the blade was a bit too much for him.
"Since you know it's a provocation, I can't come out then." Qian Cangyi didn't move.
"You damn bastard, dare to fool me!" Zuo Bin pointed at Qian Cangyi's nose in anger with his right hand.
"Here." Qian Cangyi pointed at his own neck, his provoking intentions were clear.
Zuo Bin realized his situation now. He had to step up, all his men were watching him, and if he backed off, his face was ruined for good. Such was the law of their world.
