"I’ll give you one basket," Xushu said, kicking the bamboo basket at his feet, where the plump, meaty hindquarters wobbled.
"Giving it to you is a gesture of goodwill. But if..." He suddenly raised his voice. "If you still aren’t satisfied, don't blame me for being unkind."
Xushu dared to draw his gun for two reasons. First, he knew that at a time like this, no amount of talking would work on these people; only the threat of gunfire might hold them back. Second, they were right at the foot of Sijiu City. Once a shot rang out, the military or public security would surely arrive, ensuring his safety.
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