"It's indeed my fault." Meng Qi apologetically nodded his head to the people in the restaurant and took back his left hand from knocking on the table.
However, the swordsman did not let him go. He cursed drunkenly, "You bastard, you think you can just apologize? If I cut you, I could just nod my head and it's all over?"
He rushed toward Meng Qi with his sword in the scabbard, ready to cut him to teach him a lesson.
Meng Qi slightly shook his head, grabbing the sword which lay on the table.
Before the sword could slice, the man suddenly realized that he was crashing into the hilt and was obviously going to be hit in the belly before his sword reached the opponent!
He hastily changed his move, waving the sword to make him step aside and avoid the hilt.
In his drunkenness, he staggered and narrowly avoided falling down awkwardly. Everyone watching laughed.
