Although the machete Dong Hao held in his hand was wrapped in cloth, Zhang Ling recognized it at a glance and immediately became somewhat nervous.
"It's okay, no need to be nervous!"
Seeing how Zhang Ling looked, Li Xiaobao took her jade-like hand and gently rubbed it, saying, "Just sit here, I'll be right back!"
"No, Xiaobao!"
Zhang Ling knew that Li Xiaobao was going to confront Dong Hao and, although she was aware that Dong Hao was no match for Li Xiaobao, the sight of the knife in Dong Hao's hand still made her somewhat worried.
"Relax, he's no match for me!"
To tell the truth, Li Xiaobao really hadn't taken Dong Hao seriously at all; in fact, if Dong Hao hadn't followed him tonight, he wouldn't even remember Dong Hao's name.
"All right, just be careful!"
Zhang Ling nodded and let go of Li Xiaobao's hand.