With a face full of embarrassment, Zhang Xuan slapped his forehead: "It's all my fault..."

Why would you touch someone's hand when you have a good walk and maybe chat for a while? If the other person blames you, won't you even be able to be friends in the future?

How stupid!

With a look of helplessness on his face, he was about to go back to his residence and see the other person's attitude tomorrow, hoping not to be angry, when he heard a voice in the alleyway not far away.

"Farewell to my relatives and friends. I have lost face and made you ashamed..."

Turning around, he saw a middle-aged man in his thirties, kneeling at the door of a courtyard with a sad look on his face.

The middle-aged man had blood on his body and dust on his face. He looked a little embarrassed. He must have just returned from something dangerous.

"Bye now!"

After kowtowing a few times and gritting his teeth, the middle-aged man stood up, flipped his wrist, and a long sword appeared in his palm, and he swiped it towards his neck.

"suicide?"

Unexpectedly, while walking, he met a man who committed suicide. He frowned and Zhang Xuan flicked his finger.

Buzz!
Chapter completed!