Not far from the hospital, in a quiet alleyway.
Yang Xiao stood opposite Old Qin, the scene resembling one from a martial arts novel, where two unmatched masters were about to duel.
"Are you going to surrender and come with me, or would you prefer to have an arm or a leg broken before I take you away?"
With his head lowered, Old Qin's squinted eyes were fixed on Yang Xiao. A murderous aura began to permeate.
"Is there a third option?" Yang Xiao asked calmly.
"What do you think?" Old Qin asked in return.
"It seems not."
As he spoke, Yang Xiao rubbed his hands together, his knuckles cracking crisply.
In the five years inside, Yang Xiao had not encountered a master like Old Qin, and so, Old Qin deserved a second look from Yang Xiao.
"Seeing your stance, I think you've chosen the second option! Good, I could use some exercise. Boy, I'll let you strike first."
