With perception far beyond the ordinary, Xia Nan had already hidden in the shadows at the alley entrance for a while, having wanted to understand the general cause and effect behind the conflict between the two sides.
Thus, he had witnessed the entire process of Wenser being threatened by the thugs.
In Xia Nan's eyes, although the youth had never reacted to the thugs' insults and threats from beginning to end, and the dagger in his hand had never been raised or swung,
he was not a complete coward.
When the thugs verbally threatened his family, Xia Nan had clearly seen fury in Wenser's eyes.
Under normal circumstances, the degree of anger that had burst from him in that instant would have been more than enough for an ordinary person to rise and resist. Yet immediately afterward, the brief flame that had risen in Wenser's eyes was instantly covered by a gloomy, dispirited emotion. Xia Nan did not know the exact reason, but he guessed it might be related to the thugs' earlier threat that he had "only himself left."
That was precisely why he had asked after helping him deal with the trouble.
After all, the thugs had openly said they would cripple him and send him to the mines, and he had been so dejected. Unless he actively sought death, there was no reason for him not to resist.
At the same time, faced with Xia Nan's question,
the youth Wenser first froze.
He opened his mouth, just about to say something, when a deathly pallor visibly spread across his face.
"Ugh!"
He dropped to his knees and began retching miserably.
Regardless, he was ultimately just an ordinary fisherman who had grown up in a small port town. He had never been to a battlefield, much less experienced