Xiajun decided that against the baseball bat that Haoran was so threateningly waving at him, the swords would be his best bet. The only problem was that they were all the way across the room.
"Haoran," Xiajun warned again as he subtly circled around the room, trying to get to the decoration piece. The whole while his eyes were on Fa Haoran as he tossed the bat from palm to palm, getting closer and closer. "You really don't want to hurt me, do you? What would your parole officer think?"
Haoran bared his teeth. "He won't find out."
Xiajun raised an eyebrow. "You think I don't have his contact? I can dial his number right now, if you'd like," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
"He won't find out," Haoran repeated as he got nearer, "once I'm done with you. I'll make sure you never dial a number ever again, you f*cking b*stard."