Bals's fist was hovering right at the tip of Shitang Longsi's nose, while the other man's dagger was poised at his waist. Just as they were about to strike, both men halted upon hearing those words.
Under the moonlight, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness. "Save your energy, are you all children? Aren't the fights at headquarters enough? Now you're fighting in enemy territory. Be careful, this isn't the realm of the Divine Desires. Any slight mistake and we'll be in an irredeemable situation."
Shitang Longsi looked at the young man before him, dressed in a white undershirt with a Chinese-styled buttoned jacket over it, like a handsome youth from the Republic era. Slowly, he retracted his dagger. Although he was arrogant, he still had some apprehension about this person.
