Xiong Tianba was ninety percent convinced now. He blinked. "You... really know my dad...?"
"Why would I lie to you?" Hu Xiaotian said. "If you don't believe me, ask your dad when he gets back. Listen, Brat, guests have arrived at your door, and you're blocking the city gate instead of letting us in. What kind of hospitality is that? Where will your dad hide that old face of his when he comes back?"
Xiong Tianba lowered his axe and nodded. "Then... go on in first. My dad will be back in the next couple of days. If you dare lie to me, I won't let you off."
"You'd better worry about your own backside," Hu Xiaotian said with a smile.
Xiong Tianba chuckled and motioned his men to move aside.
Wen Boyuan pulled on his reins, preparing to lead the way into Cangmu City, and shot Xiong Tianba a vicious glare. He was accustomed to throwing his weight around. But Xiong Tianba was a fellow with a screw loose, and that venomous look immediately reignited his anger. He asked Hu Xiaotian, "Is he your friend?"
Hu Xiaotian shook his head. He was simply telling the truth: Wen Boyuan was indeed no friend of his.
Hearing that he was not Hu Xiaotian's friend, Xiong Tianba naturally concluded that he could not be his father's friend either. He roared, "Pretty boy, who are you glaring at?"
Wen Boyuan seethed. Throughout this journey, Hu Xiaotian had thwarted him at every turn. Now, in this little frontier city of Great Kang, even a witless brat dared oppose him. He snorted and drew Tiger Soul from his waist with a clang!
Xiong Tianba might have had a screw loose, but he was born to fight. Seeing Wen Boyuan draw his saber, he immediately decided