When West Cui Mountain Boss saw that excuses would not do, he smiled ingratiatingly. "No problem, Young Hero Lu. I'll take it out for you right away." As he spoke, he fumbled in his clothes for a moment, pulled out the token, and carefully handed it to Lu Yueming.
Lu Yueming watched West Cui Mountain Boss's movements without another word. Only when the token was offered did he reach out to take it. But at that very moment, a sudden change occurred. After handing over the token, West Cui Mountain Boss did not draw back his hand. Instead, he abruptly accelerated and thrust it forward again. This time, however, he held not a token but a small dagger. Its tip gleamed an eerie blue beneath the sunlight; needless to say, it had been tempered in potent poison. Yet the dagger was aimed not at Lu Yueming's throat, chest, or any other vital spot, but at the hand that had just taken the token. Clearly, West Cui Mountain Boss had great faith in the poison on the dagger and only wished to cut a wound on Lu Yueming's hand.
The hope was beautiful, and the target was close at hand, but how could a disciple of the Misty Sect be compared to a martial man from such a wild and barren place as West Cui Mountain? Lu Yueming twisted his wrist, changing the token's direction in his hand. The token's edge sliced downward across West Cui Mountain Boss's wrist pulse point. West Cui Mountain Boss felt his wrist go numb, and the dagger dropped from his hand. Lu Yueming did not stop there. Using the face of the token, he swept it against the dagger's hilt, sending the poisoned dagger flying toward West Cui Mountain Boss's face like an arrow loosed