"Hmm, am I okay?" the leader asked curiously.
"Tell me, who sent you?" Zhang Xiaohao demanded coldly.
Confronting Zhang Xiaohao's frosty, knife-like gaze, the leader did not feel scared. He stood up from the ground, took off his bloodied clothes, shook his True Qi, and scattered the remaining blood on his skin.
He found a clean spot and casually sat down.
"You've got some nerve! Are you not afraid I'll kill you?" Zhang Xiaohao squinted and said.
"Will you kill me?" the leader, an elderly man, asked calmly.
"Do you think I won't?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
"You are Ning'er's man, and I am her grandfather. Besides, I was merely testing you with this matter. I did nothing wrong! Why would you kill me? Do you want Ning'er to hate you for a lifetime? Moreover, you ejaculated last night, and these past few days have been Ning'er's dangerous period. What if she gets pregnant with your son? How will she see you if she learns you killed her only close kin?" the elderly leader said.
