Despite his dislocated arm, Ma Xiaowei didn't even glance at it. He used his left hand to lift himself off the ground and roared angrily, "Night Emperor, why did you let go? I don't need your pity!"
Qin Hao shook his head helplessly, "Young man, are you brain-dead or insane? It's fine if you came looking for trouble with me early in the morning, but you're still blaming me after I let you go out of goodwill?"
"Who asked for mercy from an evil person like you."
With rage, Ma Xiaowei's face turned red, his body trembling with anger.
Qin Hao thought the young man in front of him was a bit foolish, but there was something interesting about him, a certain quality akin to the former Sword Madman.
So he asked calmly, "Young man, I don't know what I did to offend you, causing you such repulsion and anger."
Ma Xiaowei shouted without a second thought, "You evil people from outside the borders are all my targets to kill!"
