"Kid, how dare you threaten me?!"
Watching Qin Tian holding a dagger triumphantly pointed at Zhou Zixing, Shangguan Zhenxiong trembled with rage.
Over the decades, he had encountered various martial arts experts; the higher one's martial arts skills, the higher their self-restraint and morals, like Murong Bei. Even though they fought to the death, they were always gentlemanly.
But now this Qin Tian dared to threaten people with a knife and demanded compensation—it was truly abominable! So disgraceful!
"Heh, I don't have many hobbies, just like threatening people. What, not convinced?"
Looking at the furious Shangguan Zhenxiong, Qin Tian laughed.
This old guy, aren't you trying to show off? I'm just not going to let you have your way!
"Compensate or not, Shangguan Zhenxiong, I'll give you five seconds to decide. But, a little reminder," Qin Tian said, shaking the Dragon Blood Dagger, "My big knife has been itching for a long time."
