Silent.
Very quiet.
In the blink of an eye, the Shadow Figure that had launched the ambush was torn apart like a rag. The fat man, who had put all his strength into delivering a vicious slash, also died in an instant, and even the cleaver in his hand had chipped.
It had taken no more than a few seconds.
There had been no earth-shaking battle, no perilous clash of supernatural arts.
Jiang Qiao had merely stamped his feet a few times.
As if shaking mud from his soles.
Or moving a numb foot to get the blood flowing.
It had been effortless.
Pleasant, even.
Yet of the four who had come to attack, only Old Man Shu remained alive.
"Senior."
"Could you please enlighten me?"
"What rank would I be considered in Demon Port? Would I be free to do as I pleased?"
Jiang Qiao smiled.
His attitude was gentle, making people feel as though they were basking in a warm spring breeze.
But.
In Old Man Shu's eyes, that smile, paired with his casual slaughter of high-tier Awakened, was indistinguishable from that of a soul-reaping underworld constable.
"Looks like you have nothing to say?"
Jiang Qiao continued, "I have no interest whatsoever in this Mr. Meishan or that Mr. Duke."
"Your conflict has nothing to do with me, either."
"I didn't come to Demon Port for your petty squabbles."
"But since this so-called Mr. Meishan insisted on making trouble for me, I won't be polite to him. He sent a few good-for-nothings over and even said he was going to capture me."
"Heh."
"Fine. You don't need to capture me. I'll go find him myself."
"I'll ask him."
"What he plans to do with me."
Hearing this, an extremely ominous premonition suddenly rose in Old Man Shu's heart.