Knowing the old man had a blade hidden in his hand, Xu Xiangbei sneered, "Old man, are you selling wallets?"
The old man's fingers were about to reach Xu Xiangbei's shoulder.
Whoosh, Xu Xiangbei lightly dodged, striking like lightning, and grabbed the old man's wrist swiftly.
Annoyed that the opponent used a blade, Xu Xiangbei decided to teach the old man a lesson. With a gentle squeeze, a flicker of pain crossed the old man's brow. A clink was heard as a gleaming blade fell onto the marble table.
Xu Xiangbei grinned playfully while holding the old man's hand, channeling an Inner Strength through his fingers into the old man's dry veins, "Old man, don't exert yourself, don't move, you'll be fine in a moment, or your right hand will be crippled."
