"Damn it, I'm going to slice you alive today!"
On the snow-covered street.
Xiao Feng, the old man, and Lin Bingqiao were all startled by the sudden shout.
Looking towards the sound, they saw the noodle shop Boss storming over with a knife nearly thirty centimeters long.
"Old geezer, someone treats you to noodles, and you pull a knife; are you even human?" The noodle shop Boss pointed the knife at the old man, angrily saying, "Come on, come on, show me some blood if you dare!"
"..." Xiao Feng.
Show whose blood, not yours.
The old man quickly recovered from his brief shock, and with a murderous look, said, "Are you tired of living?"
"Exactly, I'm tired of living!" The noodle shop Boss taunted, "Let this old man go, and let's have a showdown?"
Xiao Feng felt a bit relieved, thinking that was something reasonable.
Just as he praised inwardly, he heard the noodle shop Boss continue, "Or you can solve him with one knife, and I'll kneel and kowtow to you eight hundred times.
