Loska
"What difference does it make?"
One lie often took countless more lies to cover up. Li Bai had no intention of saying too much.
The more one said, the more mistakes one made. Better to say nothing.
He would let the other side rack their brains and guess for themselves!
This fellow was practically Lu Ti Xia going to buy minced meat from Zhen Guanxi: ten jin of lean minced meat, ten jin of fatty minced meat, ten jin of tender cartilage minced meat. "Hold on, sir! Do you have mutton? Dog meat? Then add beef too—the same amount. One, two, three, four, and do it all over again."
Wasn't that infuriating?
An ordinary person would have been beaten to death long ago. How could this demon still have the chance to pin someone down and rub them against the ground, scrub scrub scrub...
"This isn't your Dragon Group's territory. You won't be able to escape!"
Because of the language barrier, only the people from Academy Under Heaven could converse with Li Bai. They were half-convinced; they had heard of the Dragon Group's reputation not long ago, so they were no longer as astonished as they had been at first.
The Kakaya man who knew Chinese seemed to have a somewhat lower status. He had no place to speak here and merely stood silently among the crowd, listening. There was a large bruise on his forehead, and he was in a sorry state all over. Clearly, he had collided with something earlier.
"Heh heh, I've never thought about running. If you take another step..."
Li Bai suddenly raised his sword. The broad, heavy blade pressed against the shoulder of Wudunpu, the Temple Warrior Chief of the Kakaya tribe. He turned his gaze to the big man and said, "Your