Smack!
As the burst of light exploded, Xianchan Chenchen leaped onto the bookshelf and crouched there. He glanced at the edge of the short blade in his hand, his expression turning rather ugly. "No blood."
"Inspector Xianchan, you tricked us out of our money and ambushed me, an old man of fifty-eight. Is that really okay? Probably not, right?"
The Grand Steward tore open his half-severed sleeve, revealing a strong, sinewy arm. A knife wound that Xianchan Chenchen had just carved into it ran across the arm, but strangely, not a drop of blood seeped out. It was just like a piece of wood.
Le Yu shook his head and sighed. "You adorable little cat, you even managed to fail at an ambush. Looks like I've pampered you too much. As punishment, you're not getting any candy today."
"Why don't I get any... Fine, you like eating candy that much, huh? One day, I'll stuff you to death with candy."
"Then remember this well: I like the melon flavor recently released by the Witch's Love Merchant Guild."
Le Yu stood up and looked toward the Number Two Iron-Masked Man, who had remained silent the entire time, as still as a corpse.
"You two really have a good relationship. You're already discussing what gifts to send when one of you is buried." The Grand Steward waved a hand and laughed. "Still, seeing as I chatted with you for so long just now, could you tell me why the two of you can cooperate so sincerely?"
"Our National Salvation and Relief Society thoroughly investigates every partner we work with. Although the Qin family's Steam Merchant Guild is in a partnership with Yantong, as far as I know, your joint project, the Peerless Ranking, doesn't involve much technical skill. Or rather, all the