Feng Jun could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her expression, but there was truly no way to advise her on such a matter. He closed his eyes to rest, thinking to himself that the opportunity was right there; if she was unwilling to try, then it had nothing to do with him.
He gripped the string of cash tightly in one hand while setting aside the shuttlecock to pull over the pockmarked man who was just stepping out of the grain shop.
That long shadow slashed straight across the White Tiger's brow. For a moment, the White Tiger felt dizzy and lightheaded as the blood rushed to his head. What was even more fatal was that one of his eyes was hooked by the barbs of the long shadow; with blood streaming down, it looked to be completely ruined.
Chapter 52