Mathematical Bliss (15)
Perhaps he had been forced onto the path of the Jianghu, but since he'd already accepted that he wouldn't meet a good end, he might as well face it with a little more nonchalance.
If you're not hot-blooded, are you even young?
Though he was clearly a prisoner, he showed no awareness that his fate was sealed. He even kept spouting nonsense to mislead people. Fu Qian had undoubtedly succeeded in making himself look even worse.
His otherworldly bearing seemed to have rattled Stalker Sister badly, too. For a moment, she couldn't keep her expression in check; her face stiffened, and she fell silent.
"Looks like... there's no need to go back after all."
But Brother with Thick Eyebrows had the bearing of a leader. After a brief silence from the group, he was the one who finally broke it.
Even as he spoke, he gestured for the two people beside Fu Qian to wait.
"After all, this is the perfect place to teach people to repent."
With that, he walked toward Fu Qian step by step. A gleaming Murderous Weapon had appeared in his hand.
It had a gold hilt and a silver blade, a little shorter than a forearm. Its glinting edge made the heart skip a beat—but it wasn't sharp.
That was right. As a half-decent cold-weapon expert, Fu Qian could tell at a glance that this knife was closer to a ceremonial implement, its symbolic value greater than its practical use.
But that was exactly the problem.
Thanks to Fu Qian's efforts, Brother with Thick Eyebrows' violent temper had been steadily building to a fever pitch.
Even if they were all putting on an act, there was no ruling out a little bloodshed under the circumstances.
And if they really used a knife