"It wasn't premeditated; it was just sheer coincidence that we ran into each other," Jing Shun said. "I was at the bar talking business with two friends, and just as we were about to leave, Wu Yue came out of a private room. He was drunk and, I guess, proving the old saying true—'when enemies meet, their eyes blaze.' He grabbed my collar and started yelling at me. I punched him, and he pulled out a knife and tried to stab me. Luckily, I dodged quickly—the blade brushed past my waist, leaving only a small cut. It'll be fine in a couple of days."
Ye Qingci sighed, "Why are you so unlucky? Why him of all people? Where's your bodyguard? Did you send them away again?"
Jing Shun grinned sheepishly, "Wasn't I talking business with my friends? Top secret! Couldn't let anyone overhear, so I had them wait outside. How could I know I'd run into him? The world's so big, but I managed to bump into him!"
