White Fox had two blades of grass in his mouth and had been giving Yeh Hannian a sideways glance since just now. When Yeh Hannian willingly struck up a conversation with him, White Fox graciously jumped down from the stone pedestal.
"Yeh Hannian, you're not up to it."
The first words he spoke made the man seethe with rage.
"Shut up, what nonsense are you spouting about your father?"
"What kind of crap are you spewing from that dog mouth?"
White Fox yanked out his gun in one swift motion and chambered a round.
Yeh Hannian's people immediately reached for their guns, and when all the dark gun muzzles were pointed at White Fox, they noticed that the group of masked men behind White Fox hadn't moved at all. Like statues, they didn't even touch their guns; they were either standing or squatting, as if they didn't care at all whether White Fox would be shot full of holes.
Mingzhou's people were already feeling uneasy.
