There weren't many townspeople outside the town, and after being bothered by a crowd of people, they soon showed signs of impatience.
Some of the Deductionists took the hint and left, heading for the town as well.
Yu Xing and Zhang Yu were still chatting. They were only a few meters from the town when several people with a gloomy, bizarre air came running over and blocked their way. The one in front wore a little braid, was short, and had a scar stretching across his entire face.
"Stop." The man's dark eyes shifted as he sized Yu Xing up for a long moment. "Are you the captain of Broken Mirror?"
Zhang Yu frowned. "What do you want?"
"I asked him. Why are you butting in?" The little-braided man spoke aggressively, like some remnant of a criminal gang being rounded up. He narrowed his eyes and stared straight at Yu Xing. "I'm asking you. Are you or not?"
"I am. What do you want?" One glance was enough for Yu Xing to tell that the men in front of him were all Deductionists from the Fallen Path. The little-braided man was probably just one step away from reaching Despair level, the same level Qu Xuanqing had been when Yu Xing first entered a deduction. His reputation and strength were likely both considerable.
The others behind him, though, were nothing special: a few newly divided half-newcomers who seemed quite familiar with one another. They'd probably been tricked into joining as a group... or forced to come in as cannon fodder.
Strong Fallen Path Deductionists bullying cannon fodder was an everyday occurrence.
Hearing him admit it, the little-braided man sneered. "I had my suspicions when I saw Medusa talking to you earlier. So, where have you been for the past year?"
"You've