Helping the Elderly Man at the Market

“Saying that, do you want to die, kids!?”

“Tch! If you think you can, just give it a try!” the young man immediately retorted, confidently holding the weapon in his hand.

The others, too, were not afraid of that middle-aged man at all. They were already eager to test their abilities. This would be their chance to test their skills after all these days of rigorous training.

Thump!!!

“Young Master, won't you stop them?” Bao-Jin, who followed Zheng-Fu to the table that Zheng-Fu had chosen, asked with concern.

"Stop them? Why should I stop them? By the way, they've got the right to make their own decisions. If they choose to fight, then they have to accept what will happen after that,” Zheng-Fu answered as he poured the tea from the teapot into the cup and then sniffed softly without saying anything further.

“You cool, man? So cool, right? Want some?!!”

“You want some, so get some, man!!!”