"Hey, why can't you learn to adapt?"
"In our line of work, you have to see which way the wind is blowing."
"Charge when you should charge, and keep a low profile when you shouldn't!"
Looking at Chu Mu's mummy-like appearance, Wu Shuo wore an expression of deep frustration at iron that refused to become steel.
Chu Mu felt a little awkward. He was very good at reading the situation—whenever things looked bad, he would immediately make himself scarce.
Who could have guessed that even after making himself scarce, he would still run straight into them face-to-face? Who could have expected that...
"All right, go back and get some proper rest."
"Don't worry. The Thousand Household has already ordered rewards for the Patrol Inspectors who fought bravely last night!"
"I've already heard about what you did. You definitely won't be left out of the rewards..."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Squad Leader."
Chu Mu smiled and glanced around him, lowering his voice a little. "Squad Leader, did they catch everyone last night?"
At those words, Wu Shuo's expression darkened slightly. "One was killed, two escaped, and even the Dried Corpse was snatched away."
Chu Mu was momentarily stunned, plainly finding it hard to believe.
Never mind anything else—judging by the terrifying might displayed by the White-Robed Man last night, how could they have killed only one?
Wu Shuo lowered his voice. "I heard even that Patrol Supervisor was injured."
"How could that be?"
Chu Mu was even more astonished.
"Who knows?"
Wu Shuo shook his head. "Immortal methods. In any case, we don't understand them..."
"By the way."
"This is for you."
As he spoke, Wu Shuo seemed to remember something. He took a stack of Banknotes from his robes and stuffed them into Chu Mu's hands.
"What's this?"