Knowing that Hu Jiao'er was flying into a rage out of shame, Yang Kai quickly tried to comfort her. "Miss, there's no need to mind. Actually, if you don't look closely, you can't really tell at all."
Hu Jiao'er's face turned cold, and she glared at Yang Kai with murderous intent. "So that means you were looking closely just now?"
Yang Kai coughed a few times, feeling a bit awkward. "I... did look a few extra times."
Don't blame me! You were sticking your butt out at me, did you expect me to pretend not to see? Yang Kai felt quite wrongly accused in his heart.
"Given these discrepancies, if I still couldn't tell that you and Hu Meier were two different people, then I would have been blind." Yang Kai said with a faint smile.
After her initial fury, Hu Jiao'er thought about it more carefully and couldn't help but feel a bit shocked.
She realized that this man called Yang Kai possessed extraordinary insight. From entering the room to exposing her, it had been less than half the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, yet he had spotted so many clues. Such an ability wasn't something everyone possessed. Moreover, her own attempt to seduce him just now had failed completely. This man's composure and character were quite admirable—he wasn't swayed by beauty. He was a man of strong will.
Talent! He was young and his strength was weak, but there was no denying he was truly talented.
Having thought this through, Hu Jiao'er's eyes darted around, and she blew a flirtatious glance at Yang Kai. "Yang Kai, right? Considering you've just offended me, I'll give you two choices now."
"What choices?" Yang Kai asked.
"The first choice: whichever hand touched me, that hand gets cut off. Whichever eye looked at me, that eye gets gouged out. With that, I'll forgive your offense just now." Hu Jiao'er spoke these words with a constant smile, her tone gentle, like a wife whispering to her husband, yet her words dripped with a ruthless and bloody cruelty.
Yang Kai shook his head. "Let me hear the second choice."
"Smart." Hu Jiao'er smiled. "The second choice: leave Lingxiao Pavilion and join my Blood Battle Gang. I will inform my father and secure you the position of a small squad leader. From what I know, you're nothing but the lowest-ranking Trial Disciple at Lingxiao Pavilion, constantly bullied, with no good cultivation resources. But if you come to the Blood Battle Gang, your treatment will be a hundred times better than at Lingxiao Pavilion. How about it? Are my terms generous enough?"
"Are there any other choices?"
"No, there are not!"
"Then I choose none of them." Yang Kai secretly circulated his True Yang Technique, watching Hu Jiao'er warily.
"You're trying to force my hand?" Hu Jiao'er sneered repeatedly.
"I think you won't really attack. This isn't Blood Battle Gang territory. If any sign of a fight gets out, the stationed disciples from Lingxiao Pavilion will come to investigate, and then you'll have trouble on your hands."
"Killing a mere Trial Disciple like you? What can Lingxiao Pavilion do about it? At worst, I'll compensate with some items, and I doubt they'll care much about your death!"
"If you really wanted to kill me, Miss, you wouldn't have wasted so many words on me." Yang Kai looked calm and composed on the surface, but he was tense inside. After all, a woman's heart is as deep as the ocean—who knew what she was really thinking?
He was already regretting telling the truth so bluntly. Women's words really shouldn't be trusted, especially beautiful ones. His experience was still too lacking.
"And as I just said, I used my most precious Blood-Stasis Removing Ointment to treat your wounds. You shouldn't dwell on my offense any further." Yang Kai tried to appeal to reason and emotion.
"One bottle of Blood-Stasis Removing Ointment can compensate for my loss? You've already..." Hu Jiao'er seethed with anger. She had been about to say "you've already hugged and touched me," but the words stuck in her throat. Her loss was far too great—how could it be compensated by just one bottle of ointment for external injuries?