The meaning was clear: if you dared show up here, you had already decided to come looking for death. Since you wanted to die, refusing to send you on your way would only make me seem petty.
Fine, then off you go. What was the big deal?
By now, Bingzi had made up his mind. He fully intended to send this man to his death.
These people... tsk, tsk. If each of them unleashed an Iaido Slash, that would be quite a spectacle. Clearly, if things kept going this way, the situation certainly would not be pleasant.
Bingzi stared coldly at Xuan Zhe, his gaze like a blade.
Bingzi stared coldly at the other man, his gaze stabbing at him like a blade.
"I gave you a chance to leave, but you refused. Then don't blame me for showing no mercy. If you insist on following this road to your death, I can only oblige."
Xuan Zhe shrugged, that infuriatingly flippant look on his face.
His mouth quirked in a careless smile. "What are you staring at me ** for? Is there something on my face?"
Bingzi pointed at him, his voice very low. "Have you failed to grasp the situation? You're in serious trouble. Do you realize that?"
Xuan Zhe gave a soft snort. His utterly dismissive attitude was enough to make someone explode with rage.
He was telling you outright: I look down on you. You're nothing in my eyes. Accept it or don't; the facts are right here. Well? Is your head buzzing yet?
Even if it was buzzing, you still weren't worth shit.
That was all there was to it.
Bingzi felt a tightness in his chest and ground his teeth in fury. He kept telling himself to stay calm. He could not let this fellow