When Bai Hanzhou's men found Li An, Li An was in the middle of a fight with a group of people.
Hearing the report from his men, Bai Hanzhou paused, then laughed outright.
Why was he not the least bit surprised by that outcome?
That kid Li An was covered in thorns, as though he did not feel pain at all.
Ever since Third Master had handed him over to Bai Hanzhou, the boy had either been fighting every day or on his way to a fight.
It seemed that in that little head of his, fighting was the only solution he could think of for any problem.
Bai Hanzhou told his men to keep an eye on him but not interfere.
By the time Bai Hanzhou arrived, Li An had already finished fighting.
The results were impressive.
One on their side, ten on the other; minor injuries on their side, everyone on the other side down.
Who would not praise him with a, "Young Master Li is fucking awesome"?
After knocking everyone down, Li An stood where he was and caught his breath for a while, casually wiping the blood from his nose with his sleeve.
The moment he turned around, he met Bai Hanzhou's expressionless face.
Li An froze. The ferocity in his eyes was instantly replaced by helplessness, only to be covered over by cold indifference a moment later.
Li An thought that smooth little sequence had been flawless.
But before an old fox like Bai Hanzhou, he was far too green. The emotions he thought he had hidden so well had long since given him away.
Li An wiped the blood from his face and brushed past Bai Hanzhou as though they were strangers.
The instant they passed each other, Bai Hanzhou grabbed his wrist.
Li