"That's good..."
Old Li was not one to dally.
He turned around and went straight to the sofa, lifted the floorboard beneath, and tossed the Peach Wood Sword to Jiang Xiao.
"Brother, I hope you keep your word!"
"Of course~"
Jiang Xiao readily agreed.
As everyone knew, he wasn't someone who liked to fight.
He wasn't very smart, but he could tell that neither party was up to any good. It was a case of dog-eat-dog, a spectacle too good to miss.
Jiang Xiao gripped the Peach Wood Sword, his eyes drifting and merciless.
He took on the air of a casual onlooker.
.....
Old Li's actions were quick and decisive. From a hidden spot, he pulled out a sharpened cleaver that he had honed for six years, all for this very day!
Standing with the knife, Old Li glared fiercely at the curator and the Night Watchman, as if heralding the approaching storm.
"Are you ready?"
Old Li asked in a low voice, his tone brooking no doubt.
