Sun Hongwu's face was ashen, his hand on the knife handle at his waist, his knuckles white from the effort.
"Zhang Yang, don't push your luck."
"That thing should have a share for the Qingyi Sect. Uncle Long stole my map, and you snatched the Jade Box from Uncle Long, how do we settle this?"
The two henchmen behind him also stepped half a pace closer, the blade glinting coldly in the snowlight.
Zhang Yang leaned against a protruding rock, a cigarette unlit between his fingers.
"Settle? How to settle? You Qingyi Sect threatened me with Xiao Man, who should I settle that score with?"
Before his voice fell, he flipped his wrist, and a dagger was in his hand.
Sun Hongwu's pupils contracted suddenly, unexpected that Zhang Yang actually wanted to fight.
"Fine, Zhang Yang, you forced me to do this." Sun Hongwu shouted angrily.
As Sun Hongwu's words fell, several shadows suddenly rushed forward.
Zhang Yang immediately recognized them as Uncle Long's people.
