Ghost Market Master, Strike!

"Everyone, you've gone too far!" a dark, deep voice suddenly rang out.

Immediately after, amid a chilling aura, a figure wearing a vicious ghost mask swept over like a phantom in the night and landed lightly before the crowd.

Behind him followed four black-robed figures, each wearing a different vicious ghost mask.

"Ghost Kill!" Ximen Wenhua's eyes darkened slightly. The moment the name was spoken, the air seemed to congeal with a trace more cold. "Does your Ghost Market want to wade into these muddy waters too?"

Ghost Kill, master of the Black Market Alliance's "Ghost Market"!

The gaze beneath Ghost Kill's mask flickered, as if smiling yet not. "Brother Ximen, that's putting it too seriously. We merely want to clarify your stance."

"Are your actions today the will of Soul Fighting City, or are you fighting only for your clans' private interests?"

Though he had arrived late, he knew the whole course of events like the back of his hand, and he naturally had his own calculations.

When Li Gui of Unbenevolent Tower's branch had accepted that job, one of his subordinates had been present at the time—the black-robed man beside Li Gui.

"Oh? In that case, there's a subtle difference between the two?" Ximen Wenhua raised a brow and asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Ghost Kill paced slowly, his tone firm. "Since ancient times, the way of assassins has been to trade lives for wealth. Taking money to do a job is right and proper."

"If blame must be laid, blame this turbid world and the cycle of karma!"

"If you represent Soul Fighting City, my Ghost Market will naturally show due respect and discuss together whether Unbenevolent Tower's rules should stay or go."

"But if this is merely a private grudge, you should know