On the bustling street, Shen Qing preferred to avoid conflict with others. It was better to have fewer complications than more, so he offered the other party a way out, hoping to turn big issues into small ones and small issues into nothing.
As long as the silver tael was returned, he didn't mind letting the other person go.
Unfortunately, the other party clearly misunderstood his intentions, taking him for an easy target.
The man caught by Shen Qing laughed slyly, "Oh, I'm really sorry. I accidentally bumped into a big tree like you. I promise I'll watch my way next time. Please don't take offense, I'll return your things right away."
Shen Qing remained expressionless, planning to let go.
A flash of viciousness crossed the man's face, and with his other hand, he slyly reached for his waist, drawing out a dagger to stab fiercely toward Shen Qing.
In Taiping County, few pickpockets or people in such shady professions were of a good nature.