Chapter 280: Transcendent Qing (17)
“T-Twelve! There are twelve of us!”
The coachman suddenly turned meek and polite.
Qing found that deeply satisfying.
See? When someone lacks manners, just threaten their neck a little—suddenly, they’re model citizens.
Etiquette and manners, after all, are learned traits.
Only those with a proper education understand them. Brainless morons, the underbaked and the ill-raised, act rude because they think it makes them look tough. But really, it just makes them look like they grew up without a mother or father.
Unfortunately, the Central Plains didn’t have mandatory schooling. Meaning there were far too many of those uncultured brutes running around.
Which is why, in Murim, problems were often solved quickly—with a blade to the throat. Like so:
“Twelve? Hm. That’s kind of disappointing. That really all?”
“Y-Yes!”
The coachman felt the world go dark.
How the hell could anyone hear “twelve” and sound disappointed? Whoever this woman was, she wasn’t just some random martial artist.