Night Owl's face twitched violently, his brow furrowed. At that moment, the mercenary named Da Hu seemed to have figured things out. He walked over and said defiantly, "Chief, forget it. Just make them pay!"
"You, shut your mouth!" Night Owl snapped. "You think you can cripple my man and get away with just paying money? Hmph. Little girl, don't think that just because you're a Demon Swordsman, you're a match for me. My man was crippled because of you. I don't want your money. As long as you agree to marry my subordinate, we'll consider this matter settled today!"
A smug look flashed in the eyes of the mercenary named Da Hu, but he immediately clenched his jaw against the pain in his arm. Of course, he had said that on purpose. Night Owl had always been stubborn and headstrong; the slightest provocation would send him into a rage. Sure enough, he had just escalated the conflict.
