The Performance Begins (Bonus Chapter for Fenghua Xuewu)

The guy in the black cloak could only be Lin Yun.

When Lin Yun saw this "familiar" fellow, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Then he got ready.

Lin Yun stood up and walked over to the man carrying an "iron plate." The man was watching the bandits prepare to play their knife-throwing "game," frowning slightly.

Lin Yun could see that the weather-beaten face was covered in all kinds of scars. One eye was already blind, and beneath the cloak, one arm was entirely a steel prosthesis.

"Is there something you need?" The man turned to look at Lin Yun, who had come up to him. Lin Yun was nearly two meters tall, with muscles that made him look almost a size larger than the man, and two enormous-looking weapons hanging on his back. The man carrying the iron plate spoke in a low voice.

Lin Yun could tell the guy was ready to fight at any moment. Clearly, he thought Lin Yun had come looking for trouble.

"I don't want any trouble, and I don't want to cause trouble here, either. But I do want to give some things trouble, so could you keep your bloodlust under control?" Lin Yun leaned his head slightly toward the man and spoke.

"You..." Hearing Lin Yun's words, the man's expression shifted. He instinctively glanced at the tiny lifeform bound with rope.

He really did want to deal with those bandits. But truthfully, he simply couldn't stand watching them toy with a living creature, so he'd been planning to strike first.

"Leave this to me." Lin Yun patted the man's shoulder, then turned around.

"What a strange guy." The man watched Lin Yun walk away, unsure what to make of him, but the murderous look he'd worn before was gone.

"G-Guest..." The innkeeper