"If I pull this blade out, I'm sticking it right in your forehead! I don't need you to make bets for me, let alone bet on both sides!"
On the sidewalk outside, Chaisi rolled over, unsteadily propping himself up as he slowly sat up.
Even though Jin Xueli had only just gotten the use of her neck back and her voice was still hoarse, and even though it was a life-or-death moment, she couldn't stop herself from talking. "He's getting up! Ballet, hurry up! What good will you be after this is all over?"
The Ballet Resident had already started its slow retreat from the car and was now completely outside.
"That won't do. My terms are unchanged," it said elegantly. "Who are you calling Ballet? It's not like we're close."
'Compared to its calm and measured tone, you'd think Jin Xueli was the Resident.'
Of course, Mai Mingle didn't say this out loud.
