"Opportunity?"
With a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, Zhang Yu said, "Do you think you two, one old and one young, can do anything to us brothers?"
Jiang Xiaobai replied, "You'll soon find out that we're capable of anything."
Zhang Tong said, "Brother, don't waste any more words! Finish them, and it'll be over!"
Zhang Yu nodded, and the two brothers approached Jiang Xiaobai and Bai Feng with weapons in hand. Jiang Xiaobai and Bai Feng exchanged a smile and didn't move at all. This seemed to anger the Zhang brothers, and they sped up, their daggers swinging towards Jiang Xiaobai and Bai Feng.
The Zhang brothers didn't even know what was happening; they couldn't see clearly, and their daggers had already been snatched away by Jiang Xiaobai and Bai Feng.
Jiang Xiaobai rubbed the dagger he took from Zhang Yu's hand into a ball, as if the dagger wasn't freshly made but instead made of clay.
The brothers were so frightened by this scene that their legs went weak.
