Zhao Heihu raised his hand and drew the chopping knife from its sheath.
He gripped the handle tightly and walked towards Lu Chuan.
"Boy, let's not gang up on you, it would seem like we are bullying you."
"I'll take care of you myself so you can clearly recognize reality, to let you know that there are heavens beyond heaven, and people beyond people. Otherwise, you might really start thinking too highly of yourself!"
Lu Chuan sneered, "Those words sound rather ridiculous coming from your mouth."
"But never mind, you're just a dead man walking, I don't need to care about what you say."
"Seeking death!"
Zhao Heihu bellowed angrily and charged at Lu Chuan.
Inside the Common Fortune Inn, everyone was frightened by the shouts and curses from outside, their hearts pounding.
Dong Jiao stood behind the counter, her face pale, incessantly feeling uneasy.
"They're really fighting, that young man has too much guts."
