Wang Wu was taken aback by what he heard and then let out a cold breath: "Really?"
"I saw it with my own eyes. That Blacksmith Cui even secretly withheld materials and forged a knife for me." Zhang Chen feared Wang Wu wouldn't believe him, so he went to the basket nearby and took out the big knife.
"Hiss~~~" Wang Wu gasped several times: "How dare he?"
Wang Wu felt a tingling sensation down his spine, a chill rushing from his feet to the top of his head.
Zhang Chen fell silent, placed the knife back, and looked at Wang Wu, saying, "When someone comes knocking, does he have any right to refuse? If he refused, he might already be feeding grass on his grave to the deer."
Hearing this, Wang Wu's face turned serious, his voice full of solemnity, "This might lead to a big problem."
Wang Wu couldn't help but lower his voice by three notches.
"A massive problem," Zhang Chen replied softly.
"Should we report to the authorities?" Wang Wu asked after a moment of silence.
