Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

"Who dares to run wild in your Grandpa Tiger's territory? Are you tired of living?"

With a roar like a bell, a black shadow rushed out from the depths of the yard. It was a burly man, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly with every step he took. The shocking scar on his face twisted and squirmed with his steps, like an ugly centipede slowly crawling on rough skin. His fierce eyes were fixed on Zhou Xian and Sarah outside the door, as if he was going to eat them alive in the next second.

"Hmm? Miss Fortune?" The burly man's fierce gaze froze when it met Sarah's. His thick eyebrows twisted into knots. His eyes were filled with doubt and the corners of his mouth drooped. His tone became more cautious. "Miss Fortune, we usually don't interfere with each other. Why did you come to my place today? What's the matter?"

As he spoke, he was secretly wondering in his heart, could it be that some blind person has issued a bounty on him?

"I do have something to talk to you about, but you should take care of this brat first."

Sarah raised her chin slightly and glanced at Zhou Xian nonchalantly. Then she crossed her arms across her chest, leaned back slightly, and acted as if it had nothing to do with her.

The plump chest rose and fell slightly under her movements, causing Raymond's eyes to flash with a fiery light. However, he quickly suppressed his distracting thoughts and nodded vigorously. The flesh on his cheeks trembled, and then he cast a vicious look at Zhou Xian, like an enraged beast, ready to pounce and tear the prey in front of him into pieces.

Raymond took a step forward, his muscles bulging with the movement. His eyes stared at Zhou Xian like a wolf, the scar on his face twisted even more terrifyingly with anger, and he said viciously: "Boy, were you the one who beat up my men?" The voice was low and threatening, as if if Zhou Xian admitted it, he would pounce on him and tear him to pieces in the next second.

Zhou Xian looked calm and nodded slowly, staring at Raymond like a hawk, without any fear. He then raised his eyebrows, speaking in a contemptuous tone but revealing an unquestionable momentum: "Are you 'Scarface Tiger' Raymond? You look really ugly. I won't beat around the bush with you, I want to borrow some money from you, just be frank, are you willing to give it to me or not?"

Hearing Zhou Xian's words, Raymond was stunned at first, then he raised his head and burst into a wild laugh, which shook the dust on the eaves. He wiped his face with his calloused hands, his eyes flashing with a fierce and playful light:
"Hahahaha, I've been hanging around in Bigang for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen someone dare to come to my door and borrow money! Boy, do you really not know how to write the word death, or has your brain been blown silly by the sea breeze?"

Zhou Xian raised his lips in a confident and flamboyant smile, staring at Raymond with a sharp gaze, without any intention of retreating. He stretched out his hand generously, his palm open, and said in a calm tone with irresistible toughness: "Hurry up, are you going to give it to me or not? If you don't lend it to me, I'll go into the house and get it myself."

"Okay, okay, okay! That's interesting!"

Raymond laughed in anger, and the scar on his face became more and more hideous. He stared at Zhou Xian fiercely, and took out a heavy purse from his pocket, shaking it so that the gold coins jingled. The sound echoed in the air, revealing a sense of provocation.

"Your Grandpa Tiger's money is right here. Come and take it if you have the guts! If you don't have that ability, you'll have to leave your life here today!"

After saying that, he smashed the purse to the ground, staring at Zhou Xian with eyes like a hungry wolf, ready to see how he would respond.

Zhou Xian looked calm and nodded slightly, ignoring Raymond's fierce eyes that could cut anyone into pieces. He walked steadily and stretched out his hand without hesitation, aiming directly at the purse filled with gold coins on the ground. Just as Zhou Xian's hand was about to touch the purse, a flash of cold light flashed before his eyes like a meteor. Raymond's eyes were fierce, and the scimitar that had been hidden at his waist had been unsheathed like lightning, with a sharp sound of wind, and slashed directly at Zhou Xian's outstretched hand.

The blade shone with a cold luster, like a ferocious beast ready to attack, to chop off the hand of the ignorant boy in front of him.

The calm smile on Zhou Xian's face did not diminish at all, as if the cold scimitar was just a breeze. Raymond saw that he was so dismissive of his attack, and his anger soared even higher. The speed of the scimitar, which was already swift, suddenly increased. A sharp whistling sound came from the air, and the blade was wrapped in a fierce momentum, approaching Zhou Xian's wrist, as if it could cut it off in the next second.

"clang!"

The crisp and loud sound of metal clashing exploded in the air, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard. Everyone present was shocked, their eyes that were originally wide open now opened even wider, and their faces were full of astonishment.

They stared at the intersection, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes - the scimitar that Raymond swung with all his strength was blocked steadily by Zhou Xian's arm that was raised at some point. The seemingly slender arm seemed like it was made of steel, indestructible at this moment.

"How is it possible? You... you are not human!" Raymond's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, full of fear and disbelief. The scimitar in his hand, which was once so majestic, now only had a bare handle, and the blade had broken off at some point and fell to the ground.

He knew the origin of this scimitar. It was carefully made by the most famous blacksmith in Bilgewater. It could cut iron like mud. But now it was broken in the hands of this seemingly fragile child. A chill ran straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making him shiver. He had never thought that there would be such a terrifying person in the world who could fight against the sharp blade with his flesh and blood.

"Thanks."

Zhou Xian had a relaxed smile on his face, as if breaking the blade and shocking everyone was just a trivial matter. He casually hung the purse on his waist, turned around gracefully, his steps were calm and firm, without a trace of nostalgia. The sun shone on him, casting a long shadow, as if announcing his victory in this unilateral "borrowing money" farce, leaving Raymond with a shocked face and a group of dumbfounded thugs standing there for a long time, unable to recover.

Sarah tilted her head slightly, her eyes closely following Zhou Xian's receding figure. The original indifference and alienation in her eyes had long disappeared, replaced by a sparkling light, with curiosity and exploration intertwined.

Sarah bit her lower lip gently, and the corners of her lips unconsciously rose slightly. That faint smile was a bit cunning and determined. She secretly memorized the direction Zhou Xian left, then slowly turned around, and cast her eyes as sharp as a hawk at Raymond who was still immersed in shock.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and said in a cold but unquestionable tone: "Where is Planck? As long as you tell me, I can spare your life."

(End of this chapter)