Chu Li flashed sideways, took a step back, and scoffed lightly. "Who are you?!"
"I'm here to take your life! Boy, prepare to die!" the tall and fat man raised his sword, brandishing it twice, and laughed wickedly.
Chu Li frowned, sensing the man's killing intent.
Leng Qiu shrank behind the stone table, looking at Chu Li in worry, and shouted, "Hey, fatso, are you an assassin?"
"Of course I am an assassin! I heard that he of the surname Chu is very strong, I've come to see for myself!" the tall and fat man scoffed again.
Chu Li said, "You're not an assassin, right?"
"Hmph, I am an assassin, take this!" the tall and fat man laughed loudly and brandished his sword. The longsword became streaks of silver waterfalls advancing towards Chu Li, the blade thirsting for blood.
Chu Li lightly dodged to the side, easily and effortlessly, and finally retreated to the front of the stone table. He said with a deep voice, "Stop!"