The two held this strange confrontational posture, which wouldn't resolve anything, so Muriel quickly made the first concession.
She pulled up a light smile and said, "I did underestimate you indeed. What were you saying earlier, continue."
As she said this,
Muriel slightly leaned back as a probe. Seeing that the young man didn't react defensively, she swiftly jumped back to widen the distance between them.
She touched her neck, still seemingly tingling with cold, and looked at the person opposite with some apprehension.
Xu Shuo also withdrew his fruit knife and gave Muriel, not far away, a slight smile: "Previously, you spoke not a word, and now you're willing to continue?"
Muriel laughed with ease: "Those with strength always deserve some respect, isn't that right."
"Is that so."
Xu Shuo was noncommittal.
He casually released the fruit knife in his hand, yet the blade didn't fall to the ground; instead, it remained suspended in midair, as if drawn and fixed by something.
