Xuan Ting turned his head to look at Xu Haohao again, staring at her and saying, "See that? He admitted it was his mistake, nothing to do with me. You remember to pay me my salary, okay?"
Xu Haohao's brain had already stopped working...
After a while, the police arrived. After repeated assessments, it turned out that the uncle had been stabbed ten times, with all being superficial injuries, and he was let off with a hundred yuan compensation.
Xuan Ting struggled to take out a hundred yuan from his pocket, muttering to himself, "A hundred yuan can buy a lot of roasted sweet potatoes."
Xu Haohao watched as the uncle was taken away, her mind a bit hazy, and said, "You... what kind of Martial Arts Grandmaster are you? What's a Grandmaster?"
Xuan Ting thought for a moment, smiled exposing two rows of white teeth, and casually said, "Basically, it's like if another hundred of that uncle came along, I could send them all flying within one minute."
