After an agonizing wait of who knew how long, Balua finally saw Han Shuo walk out of the room, casually draped in a dark blue-black warrior's outfit, a contented, satisfied smile on his face as he held up his loose trousers.
The comfortable smile on Han Shuo's face left Balua so furious he nearly spat blood, yet he still had to force a sincere, apologetic smile onto his face. It looked exceedingly ugly and awkward. "Mr. Han Shuo, I was in the wrong earlier. I came here specifically to apologize to you. I hope you can forgive my rashness."
Stretching comfortably, Han Shuo regarded Balua through narrowed eyes, secretly prepared to deal with an attack from him at any moment. Hearing Balua open with an apology, he froze in surprise. Then a strange light gleamed in his eyes as he stared straight at Balua.
Under Han Shuo's peculiar gaze, Balua was visibly uncomfortable. He slowly lowered his head, not daring to meet that vicious, calculating stare, and his voice grew quieter. "Please forgive me, Mr. Han Shuo."
"Mm." Han Shuo gave Balua a nasal response, then turned and headed back inside without another glance at him.
Balua frowned, abruptly raised his head to look at Han Shuo's retreating back, and called softly, "Mr. Han Shuo, have you forgiven me?"
"I have. You can go. As long as you leave me alone, I can't be bothered with you." Han Shuo saw at a glance that Balua's apology was insincere and had no interest in exchanging false pleasantries. He added coldly, "However, if you intend to take revenge, I hope you prepare thoroughly. Otherwise, if I survive, I won't show you mercy even for Keluoxius's sake. I think you understand what I mean."
Behind Han Shuo, Balua's pupils abruptly contracted at these