Chu Han's meaning was clear. The dagger was valuable—at least, in his eyes, it was an excellent weapon. Wang Cai had been wrong to steal and eat the flatbread, and since Chu Han had no currency, he would use the dagger as collateral.
Who would have thought that the moment the dagger was produced, the stall owner would be so frightened that he dropped to his knees and begged for mercy.
Chu Han was helpless. He only wanted to pay...
"Didn't you bring any money, sir?" A clear, pleasant voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
Chu Han turned around and saw a veiled woman standing behind him. Unlike everyone else, who kept far away, she did not seem afraid of the Black Panther. However, she was not alone; several maidservants stood behind her.
One look was enough for Chu Han to tell that she was wealthy—extremely wealthy. Both her clothing and bearing were extraordinary.
So Chu Han got straight to the point. "Lend me some. I'll repay you with my body."
"How insolent!" One of the maidservants behind the woman flew into a rage and immediately drew her sword.
Mo Qiany froze for a moment. She truly had not expected Chu Han to say something like that. By all reason, shouldn't a reclusive master accompanied by a ferocious beast be indifferent to worldly matters and possess a certain grace?
Yet Mo Qiany quickly noticed that there was no lewdness in Chu Han's gaze. She could not tell what state of mind had prompted him to say those words.
The surrounding spectators looked at Chu Han as if he were some kind of monster. Many of them quickly retreated far away. They could sense that a fierce battle would inevitably break out between these two sides, and it was best to