I’m Killing You, because I Feel like Killing You

Xu Xiaoshou's accusation rather stunned both of them.

Faced with such a direct statement, they did not know how to give him an answer.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't bother with Zhao Qingteng, for the man was far from his level and didn't pose a threat to him.

He stared at Lan Xinzi and said, "The Zhang family… so you're one of Zhang Xinxiong's people, then?"

Lan Xinzi was rather intrigued—the look in her eyes suggested so. It hadn't been that long since she had last seen Xu Xiaoshou.

And yet this kid dared to speak to her in such a manner now?

"Indeed," she responded, nodding slowly, and asked, "Why? Do you want an autograph?"

"An autograph…?"

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled. He recalled the time when he wasn't as powerful as he presently was. He had thought of defusing a tricky situation by giving out autographs and it almost got him killed.

Would I ever think of resorting to such a ploy, I wonder?