Yang Jian and Ouyang Tian ultimately did not come to blows.
It was not that Ouyang Tian could swallow his anger, but because if they truly fought, neither of them would come away unscathed.
Yang Jian was a newcomer and likely still had some time before his ghost revived, while Ouyang Tian did not have the luxury of continuing to fight him.
He had no choice but to swallow this anger. If he could not, he would die.
"If you do not want to keep fighting, then let this matter end here—pfft! Hahaha." Yang Jian, who had been stern-faced just moments ago, suddenly burst out laughing.
Ouyang Tian's expression darkened further. "Try laughing again."
"Sorry, sorry. I was not laughing at you. I just remembered something very happy."
Ouyang Tian did not believe that perfunctory excuse in the slightest.
"Besides, not only did I apologize for what happened earlier, I also gave you a chance to shoot me."
Yang Jian's smile vanished, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "That shot of yours could have blown my head off, but you failed to do it. You cannot blame me for that, can you? And given the circumstances earlier, the ghost was wandering nearby. It was perfectly reasonable for me to fire the moment I heard footsteps. I was not deliberately targeting you."
"It was only because your vigilance was too poor, or because you were reluctant to use your ghost's power, that you got shot."
"Otherwise, how could a rookie like me, with such poor marksmanship, possibly have hit you?"
Zhang Han spoke from the side. "Yang Jian is telling the truth. The situation was indeed dangerous. I was also chasing that ghost, but when I reached the alley corner, its footsteps disappeared. We nearly started fighting too, and then your footsteps