"Hmph, quite the big talker, kid. Even when you beat a dog, you need to look at its owner. Xiaopang is my man, and you come to my turf to butcher guests? You really think you can stomach that million?"
The man in white said coldly, while an exquisite flying knife appeared between his palms, as if to say, "C'mon kid, if you've got the guts, try me. I can assure you one knife will give you the thrill of a lifetime."
Su Xuan chuckled coldly, looking at the man in white. Suddenly, he casually tossed the flying knife in his hand, and in the moment he threw it, the steed between the man's legs let out a long neigh and then, with a plop, collapsed onto the ground.
