Calculations

The shop clerk did not want to run, nor did he not want to report this to the authorities. It was simply that the situation left him no room to do either.

His most urgent task was to survive the hands of these vicious, brutal men.

Of course, from the scattered words exchanged between Zhuang Shili and the burly man, he had also guessed that this misfortune of his was likely connected to that dark-skinned brat who had come to buy rice earlier and given him a wineskin of fine liquor.

"Damn it, don't let me run into you again, or I'll beat you to death."

He cursed viciously in his heart, but wore a humble, fawning expression on his face. He was quite the old two-faced man.

In response to Zhuang Shili's questions, the clerk recounted his brief encounter with Duàn Yì in full detail. Naturally, he did not dare utter a word about the complaints he had made regarding this young master.

What a joke. He had already been beaten half to death. If anyone learned that he had spoken ill of them, he would not be far from death.

After listening, Zhuang Shili nodded and snapped his folding fan shut. A smile appeared on his fair, delicate face.

"Qingliu, it seems our opponent is very well-informed. And from the looks of it, he very much wants to deal with me.

"I truly never imagined that a nobody I once chased until he found no path to heaven and no door into the earth would one day have his salted fish turn over."

With a crack, the folding fan broke under the excessive force of Zhuang Shili's grip. The sight made the clerk's legs tremble wildly, his scalp go numb, his bladder tighten and swell, and a surge