Lewinsky was ready. He wagered that even at level twenty, he should be able to unleash at least one powerful attack. He didn't plan to impress anyone with fancy moves, so he decided to attack Wang Tong using the simplest, the most effective attack he knew—Belligerent Dash!
Zing!
The sharp blade went through Wang Tong's body, but there was no blood or sound; Lewinsky knew that his attack had missed. Before he was able to gather himself, he heard a wave of cheer, and it wasn't until a few seconds later he realized what they were cheering.
It had occurred to Lewinsky that his blade was gone; it was in Wang Tong's hand.
"Mr. Lewinsky, would you like to try one more time?" Wang Tong asked as he tossed the blade on the ground in front of Lewinsky. The latter picked it up and then said, "There is no need. The goods will arrive Maersa in three days. Please fulfill your end of the deal by then."
