"Shouldn't I run when I’m being chased?" The man suddenly felt a sense of crisis. If they fight, he is not necessarily his opponent.
He certainly didn't want to be beaten. So he looked around, and wanted to call for help to the people around. His place was on the pier, and he had been here for so long, and he had already known a lot of people there.
"Are you fooling me?" Xi Moxiao took a deep breath, his last patience had been wasted. If the man in front of him continues to argue so, he can not guarantee what he will do later.
It's a matter of great importance, and there's no way to let it go.
"How dare I fool you? As you can see, we don't know each other. How could anything of yours involve me? Don't you think it's strange to say that?"
He explained and wanted Xi Moxiao to let go of his collar. No matter what, it had nothing to do with him.