Wei He stood where he was, no longer moving. It had flown so far away that even if he rushed over in time, it would already be too late.
There was no shortage of starving, crazed poor folk on the streets. Once the meat had scattered, there was no chance it would remain.
And even if it had, Xiao Ran would not let him leave so easily.
"What is it? Does it hurt?" Xiao Ran smiled, shaking the scraps of meat from his hand.
"Weren't you the kind to throw money around like dirt? Weren't you rich? Taking money of unknown origin to help Cheng Shaojiu and earning yourself a fine reputation. Feeling proud of yourself?"
He walked closer step by step.
"You should count yourself lucky you're still inside the district, with people watching all around. If this were outside the city, I could cripple you in three moves!" Xiao Ran closed the distance, his face cold as he spoke.
Wei He said nothing. He wiped his left cheek and held his hand before his eyes. There was a streak of blood across his fingers.
It had been a long time since he had been injured.
Wei He felt a trace of emotion in his heart. He was even somewhat dazed. The last time he had been hurt had been a very, very long time ago.
Narrowing his eyes, Wei He seemed to become subtly different from before.
Xiao Ran truly was strong, with exceptional talent and powerful comprehension.
In a head-on fight, Wei He was no match for him.
But if it were outside the city... Forget outside the city. He had decided to kill him now.
From that brief exchange, he had already judged Xiao Ran's style. He was formidable in a frontal fight.
But victory and