"Because you did nothing wrong!" Wuming sheathed his longsword, showing a hint of admiration toward Xiu, "Wei Tuo owed his life to you, and even though you knew you were no match for me, you still bravely rushed forward to avenge him and clear his name. This shows that you are one of loyalty and deep sentiment. Facing death, you would rather die than submit, and you didn't kneel before me begging for mercy. I respect you!"
"Respect me?" Xiu forced a bitter smile, "And then what?"
"Come with me, kill Hu DingKun for Han Wangfu!" Wuming put the longsword back into the wooden box, rendering the nearby taxicab driver utterly dumbfounded once again.
First, these two young men fought with knives and swords, as if they were martial arts experts straight out of a Wuxia movie, with exceptional skills.
Even more miraculous was that the wooden box, clearly smaller than the sword, somehow managed to fit the sword inside. That made no scientific sense.
