I Know What You Did Last Summer

After Gao Da confirmed there were no enemies around him, he slid his long knife back into its sheath with some confusion. The surface of the blade and the opening of the sheath made a dry raspy sound.

The black-robed swordsmen of the Sixth Bureau and the secret agents disguised as pedestrians nearby reported, at almost the same time, that there was nothing strange. Fan Xian's subordinates looked at him with a strange expression not sure what happened in that split second in the carriage.

Teng Zijing cleared away the shattered wooden carriage wheel from in front of him and carefully prepared to help him up.

Fan Xian shook his head and waved his hand, indicating he was fine. He then realized how much trash his unconscious anger had brought to this quiet street and how much trouble he had brought his subordinates.

With that long knife on his back, Gao Da walked toward him and asked, in a quiet voice, "Sir, what happened?"