"Ah, things are getting interesting..."
The people nearby held their breath, not daring to speak loudly.
Some even started to regret underestimating this taciturn man earlier, speaking to him discourteously, and now felt a bit remorseful.
Yet, this taciturn man still had a foolish look, doing whatever he was told, and casually took the knife handed to him.
No one knew if it was just an illusion, but when he took the knife, the people around felt the wind seem more chaotic, with faint sounds of ghostly wails around them.
Only this man appeared unaffected. He merely weighed the broken knife in his hand a little and looked at it closely. It was just a broken knife, black and unremarkable, except for some thick, dark red substance on the blade.
He seemed a bit dissatisfied, saying, "I don't know what city folk are thinking. This thing is unwieldy, not even as useful as a chopper..."
"Uh, don't talk to me. I'm not your master, and I won't be beheading anyone..."
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