"Well, well, if it isn't our heroine, March 7th?" Scott said.
March planted her hands on her hips and declared boldly, "Hmph! I haven't been hiding anywhere. You issued a challenge, and I came to answer it."
With that, March immediately turned around and struggled to hold back her laughter.
Right now, all of us knew this was a dream Little Fish had created. This guy was the only one still in the dark.
Who knew how he would react when all these layers of dreams Little Fish had created ended and he finally woke up?
The dream was so realistic. It wouldn't drive him insane, would it?
"What's wrong with you people? If you want a duel, just duel me. Why send me a threatening letter? Who do you think you're scaring?" Scott said irritably.
"A threatening letter? What threatening letter?" March was a little bewildered. What exactly had this dream developed on its own?
"Stop playing dumb," Scott said. "Didn't you sneak this into my pocket?"
As he spoke, Scott took out a letter and tossed it over.
Everyone looked at the letter's contents:
"Mr. Scott, a heinous sinner who bullies the weak and treats others with arrogant contempt.
"You have imposed your twisted lust for power upon an innocent shopkeeper and insulted Xianzhou Swordsmanship, with its rich history and heritage.
"We have decided to make you confess all your crimes in your own words. We will take away those twisted desires of yours."
"This handwriting is awful," Scott said. "If you hadn't read it out to me earlier, I wouldn't even have known what you wrote."
"You're asking for death." Tail was a little angry, since he had delivered the letter, but he quickly calmed down and said instead, "Could it be that you can't read it