There were no surprises at all.
Xu Quan took a club to the forehead.
That little bit of force was no more than an itch to a Martial Gall Warrior. He covered his forehead and said, "Are you lashing out because you're embarrassed?"
Zhao Wei didn't hit him again this time, but her back teeth ground loudly. "After you get off duty today, meet me for a round at the training grounds!"
Xu Quan muttered, "You still can't beat me..."
Then he raised his voice for the next sentence. "General Zhao isn't here, either."
Zhao Wei couldn't summon her own father to take a dive for her.
Seeing Zhao Wei on the verge of turning red-eyed with rage, Liao Jia stepped in to smooth things over. He watched them coolly. Xu Quan and Zhao Wei really did seem to get along well; even if they fought, Xu Quan wouldn't actually use his Martial Gall Warrior abilities to bully her. But they couldn't start a fight right in front of the government office.
Only after Liao Jia reminded him did Xu Quan realize it was getting late.
He hurried off toward the government office at a jog.
Liao Jia consoled Zhao Wei. "A young lady's revenge can wait ten years. You've suffered a small loss today, but who's to say you can't get even one day?"
The anger in Zhao Wei's heart hadn't yet subsided.
The knuckles gripping her spear had gone white from how tightly she held it. She certainly wasn't angry just because Xu Quan had teased her a couple of times. What truly infuriated her was his "fearless" attitude—the confidence to offend people without fearing threats. By contrast, she could only rely on her father.
Liao Jia's consolation only made her nose sting. She stamped her foot in