"Are you Mr. Pearson?"
Blinking at Xia Hou to indicate he understood, he immediately smiled at Pearson and extended his hand: "Hello, my name is Hao Jian."
Upon hearing this, Pearson looked Hao Jian up and down, still full of disdain, and spoke in his Spanish: "With such a small frame and soft hands, how could you possibly deal with Baldeke's two-hundred-man unit?"
He had heard about Hao Jian's exploits from his subordinates, but only a few had actually seen Hao Jian thrash Baldeke's troops. The words of his subordinates, someone as arrogant as Pearson, naturally wouldn't choose to believe.
Could someone who was a strong opponent for their Government Forces really have units weak enough to be taken down by just one person?
Clearly, no. At least in his opinion, no. He had also sparred with those units and knew their strength. One could say that without three hundred men, Pearson absolutely couldn't have stalled Baldeke's two-hundred-man unit.
