The man's eyes were like hooks, locked firmly on Xuan Zhe.
What had been a perfectly good situation had been forcibly turned into this mess. Fine. Just fine.
He was already burning inside-I'll kill you. I have to kill you.
"What are you staring at me for?"
"Nothing. I'll look if I want to. What about it?"
"Nothing, I was just curious why you were staring so hard."
"Because I feel like it. I'll stare if I want to. What's it to you?"
"Oh."
Xuan Zhe stepped toward the man.
The man's gaze began to wander, and he felt a little unnerved. This fellow definitely wasn't coming over to chat. He was certainly going to attack. The man had seen what Xuan Zhe could do once a fight started. One move from that guy could put someone through hell.
This was tricky.
Really tricky.
What could he do? His mind was a jumble, without a definite plan.
But while the man stood there hesitating, would Xuan Zhe hold back just because he hesitated?
Footsteps came from the shadows.
A figure slowly emerged.
To be honest, he had no confidence at all. Not the slightest certainty.
But even without any confidence, he had to put on a brave face now.
Even if he couldn't hold out, he had to. He was in charge of this operation.
What did being in charge mean?
It meant that when something happened to your subordinates, you were the one people ultimately came looking for.
The Matsushita God of War knew perfectly well that even if he stayed hidden now, his opponent would still latch onto him. In the end, it would still come back to him.
Since they would meet sooner or later, he might as well step forward himself.
At that moment, his eyes