An Yan looked at the man's mischievous smile, twitching her lip corner, "You really are something!"
Bo Leng shrugged, "Well, if you really want it, then I might just give in. But I must be number one."
An Yan watched as he lowered his hands, ready to lift the hem of his T-shirt.
"Don't move!" An Yan shouted, her voice almost breaking.
Bo Leng laughed softly, "Dear Master Tu Long, this junior pays his respects. I was just joking earlier."
"Joking? Paying respects? I didn't see any respect from you!" An Yan didn't want to hurt him, she lifted her chin, "But now that you know me, the artifacts in that bag of yours, I'm taking them."
"The artifacts? I'd give them to you, but it'd be hard for me to explain."
An Yan raised an eyebrow, "With this needle I have here, your life could end, and you wouldn't have to explain anything."
Bo Leng leaned toward the needle tip voluntarily, "If you wanted my life, you would've taken it long ago, so why all the talk, right, Mu! An! Yan!"