"Who goes there? State your name! I, Lord Rat, do not kill nameless nobodies!"
Seeing Chen Changsheng walking toward him, Wang Shu stroked his two little whiskers and spoke arrogantly.
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng smiled faintly. "Aren't you bandits? Why do you need a reason to kill?"
"Bandits enjoy treating human lives like grass. You don't even know that?"
"That may be true, but what if I pay the toll?"
"Others can pay the toll and pass, but you absolutely cannot."
"So you have only two choices now: turn back, or die at Lord Rat's hands."
Looking at Wang Shu's arrogant manner, Chen Changsheng smiled. "I'm here to deliver something. Can't you make an exception?"
"No!"
"Fine. Since your attitude is so firm, I can only force my way through."
"I hope that when I make my move later, you won't regret your decision."
The moment those words fell, Wang Shu's gaze turned cold.
"Fine by me. Lord Rat guarantees that you'll die without an intact corpse."
"But if you want to die at Lord Rat's hands, you still have to state your name first."
"Heh heh heh!"
Faced with Wang Shu's gaze, Chen Changsheng laughed.
"You aren't qualified to hear my name, and you wouldn't recognize it even if I told you."
"I hear your nickname is Flying Dart. Can you let me see just how formidable your throwing darts are?"
"If you want to see Lord Rat's flying darts, then you must..."
Whoosh!
Before Wang Shu could finish speaking, a flash of sword light swept past. It was so fast that none of the many experts present could see what had happened.
Drip.
Blood dripped from the sword tip as Chen Changsheng took out a pristine white handkerchief and wiped the longsword that had appeared in his hand