Hearing the other party causally call out her name, the female bandit was stunned. She stared at Fan Xian, her gaze as piercing as a knife. Her left hand was clutching tightly at the wound where her hand used to be.
"I've fallen into your hands today. What should I call you, sir?" she asked viciously.
Fan Xian sat in his chair and stuck a finger in his ear, as if he couldn't feel the hatred of the other person's glare.
He smiled and said, "I'm the owner of this ship, and you're the bandit. What right do you have to know my background?"
Guan Wumei only felt a deep flash of pain in her right arm. Seeing that her wrist was cut shorter, her face went white. She knew that she'd hit rock bottom that day, so she gritted her teeth and said, "Please lay out your terms."
