When Jiang Xiao encountered such a confident man holding a knife, for a moment, he seemed a bit unsure.
"Kid, we won't kill you, just mind your own business!"
We?
Even Jiang Xiao, not the sharpest tool in the shed, picked up on that word.
"Oh? I didn't see that coming, you guys are actually a gang?"
Knife man: ?
"Don't give me that bullcrap! I'm warning you, stop your yapping, alright! Your knife isn't sharp enough for me to bother fighting you! Just go, I'll spare your life tonight!"
But Jiang Xiao didn't engage him, instead, he just started asking questions on his own.
"How many people are in your group? Who do you want to kill? Why commit murder? How many people in your family, how much land do you have? Got any rice subsidies? Did you pay this year's major illness fund and health insurance?"
Everyone: ???
Dude, is your brain alright?
Can't you read the room at all?
"Pfft!"
