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"Young Master," Seventeen said, a hint of worry in his voice as he drove, "We've beaten up someone today. I fear they won't let it go. Should we lay low for a while?"

"We only acted in self-defense," Hao'er replied, his gaze hardening. "Why should we fear their retaliation?" He recalled the insults and the violent attack. "Breaking his hand was a sufficient lesson. If he persists, another confrontation won't deter me. My parents taught me to avoid trouble, but never to back down. If someone bullies you, settle the score. If you can't win, escape."

He had assessed the situation before making a move. People of the Floating Edge Immortal Island weren't generally powerful. His skills were sufficient for most threats. And if not, Silver Wolf would protect them. He wasn't afraid.

Seventeen remained silent. At the dessert shop, they found a table. Hao'er's gaze flickered. Without moving his head, he scanned a section of the street and scoffed lightly.