Duan Yue heard Lu Xiaobu's question and replied: "I killed his son."
"Why?"
Lu Xiaobu's brows perked up with interest.
"His son was committing violence in the street. I went a bit too far."
Duan Yue stated simply.
In fact, he remembered the incident very clearly. That kid had provoked him severely and was wielding a knife violently. He had no choice but to act that way!
But now, there was no point in explaining it. It would seem like he was denying his own mistakes, so he let it go.
"Oh?"
Lu Xiaobu stroked his chin, intrigued, and then turned to look at White Beard, who was struggling to contain his rage: "Was it your son who committed the violence?"
"It's none of your damn business!"
White Beard said furiously, but his eyes shifted, clearly feeling guilty!
"Seems like it's the truth."
Lu Xiaobu clapped his hands: "Alright, this is easy to handle. I like your kung fu, and I like the way you handle things even more. How about working with me?"
