The Jealous Man

At the hour of the pig, Wang Xian left the Red Pavilion.

He had arrived in a hurry, and left even faster.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, Linghu Chunxiang would devour him until not even his bones were left.

She was a woman more terrifying than Tang Qingyu and Long Qingmei combined.

Even Murong Wan'er of Moonlight City could probably do no more than wash Linghu Chunxiang's feet.

The alley was long, even longer than the one by the Golden Hook Gambling Den in the Imperial City of Jinling.

Before he had made it halfway, three drunken men came staggering toward him from the other end.

As they walked, they shouted, "Tonight, we're calling every girl in the Red Pavilion to serve us. We're going to have ourselves a good time!"

At the sight of them, Wang Xian furrowed his brow.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he simply stopped, wanting to see what the three fellows were up to.

But the three drunks came rushing toward him like a whirlwind, swaying and shouting.

Suddenly, one of them stumbled and crashed into Wang Xian.

"I'm not drunk!"

Another man shouted as he reached out to steady his companion, then yelled at Wang Xian, "Hey, you're in our way! Move!"

The third man bent over, looking as if he were about to vomit on the ground.

Wang Xian was taken aback, then smiled. "Oh, please, go ahead." He stepped aside to let the three pass...

But before he could move out of their way,

the drunk who had bumped into him and the one who had been shouting suddenly had knives in their hands.

In almost the same instant, they thrust them toward Wang Xian's chest.

Two blades, fast as lightning. Only an assassin's blade could