"Ake."
Xingxing rescued Hao from Ake's grip, and Ake stepped back, clenching his fist. Xingxing crouched in front of Hao with a smile, "The quick ways to make money are all illegal, huh."
"No, no... Let me explain."
Hao was genuinely scared. He was a martial artist himself, but the way he had been knocked down and ambushed left him feeling desperate. This sense of despair left him without the will to resist. A knife that could bend—isn't that the highest level of Iron Shirt martial arts training?
At first, he was only attracted to Xingxing, reminded of his first love by the girl, so much so that getting splashed didn't anger him at all. And now, he was glad he hadn't lost his temper because, having seen many such scenes before, he knew that if he had done anything to this girl, he probably wouldn't have survived.
