If the sky falls, my senior will hold it up for me...
With that thought, Xia Shuran looked fearlessly at the man before her, her voice full of amusement:
"Sure, I'll agree to pay you four thousand in medical expenses."
"The problem is, only two of you got hurt, but you're asking me to pay medical expenses for four. Don't you think that's a little unreasonable?"
"How about this? You and your boss come over and let me punch you each once, so you get hurt too. Then I can pay you four thousand."
With Gu Qing backing her up, Xia Shuran spoke far more brazenly, paying no heed at all to the man built like a mountain before her.
The man narrowed his eyes slightly. "Very good. You won't take the easy way, so we'll do this the hard way. Don't cry later."
With that, he stepped toward Xia Shuran.
He did not walk fast.
But he looked like a moving mountain.
An oppressive presence bore down on her.
Faced with the man's continued approach,
Xia Shuran instinctively moved to summon the Dragon Spear from her Storage Bracelet with a thought and release her Martial Soul, confronting him in her strongest form.
But the moment that thought arose, she remembered the many ordinary people gathered around to watch.
In an age when the supernatural was still a secret, she could not cause such a huge commotion in public.
In the end, she had no choice but to abandon the idea of using the Dragon Spear and her Martial Soul, choosing to fight barehanded instead.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
The man walked slowly up to Xia Shuran and, without a single unnecessary word, raised his hand and slapped at her face.
The slap looked utterly unremarkable.
But Xia