Wang Pangzi heard everything clearly inside the carriage, and his face instantly turned grave. He leaned close to Fang Yuan's ear:
"Junior Brother Fang! Don't go, whatever you do! That Li Wuhen is a thoroughgoing mad dog—moody and vindictive over the slightest grievance!
For him to send a vicious character like Zhao Xiong to invite you now, he definitely means no good! Who knows what poisonous scheme he's plotting?
Going with him would be no different from a sheep walking into a tiger's jaws!"
Fang Yuan's brows furrowed slightly. When had he ever provoked Li Wuhen, the young master of Black Tiger Hall?
Thinking it over, the two of them seemed to have no dealings at all.
His thoughts raced, but his expression did not change in the slightest as he looked Zhao Xiong straight in the eye.
"I do not know your young master. I have pressing matters at present. I will visit another day to offer my apologies."
That was a direct refusal.
Night had just fallen, and the cold wind on the bridge cut to the bone.
The fake smile on Zhao Xiong's face vanished at once, replaced by icy ferocity. He stepped forward, and the bridge deck itself seemed to tremble faintly.
"Kid, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! Be sensible and come with me. Young Master Li wishes to see you—that's your good fortune!"
Seeing this, Wang Pangzi knew there would be no peaceful resolution. Gritting his teeth, he shouted outside, "Uncle Zhang, see the guest out!"
The moment the words "see the guest out" fell, Uncle Zhang's gaze sharpened. His hand clamped tightly around the hilt at his waist, and the aura around him began to rise.
Yet when Zhao Xiong saw his stance, not only was he unafraid, he burst