Half an hour later.
The youth had already left, taking the sharp short blade with him.
"Young Master, do you truly think he can kill Third Master?" Uncle Zheng thought for a moment, curiosity in his voice.
If not for the need to maintain their public reputation, Uncle Zheng had plenty of ways to make him shut up.
"That isn't important. What matters is that as long as he dares to swing the blade, that's enough." Feng Xiu waved a hand, then casually asked, "By the way, what's this Third Master's background?"
"No background to speak of. He's just a minor street chief, and he often drinks at Drunken Flower Pavilion and Myriad Courtesan House."
Uncle Zheng replied.
A minor street chief managed the protection fees for a single street. All of Dongyang Street was Feng Clan property.
The Torch Gang was not bold enough to reach its hand into Feng Clan territory.
They could only throw their weight around in some of the scattered streets.
"Young Master, you mean to...?"
"Yes. Let's go take a look. If he truly dares to kill someone, he may be worth cultivating." Feng Xiu spoke as though it were nothing.
Uncle Zheng nodded, suddenly realizing that Feng Xiu's actions truly seemed to carry the shadow of a clan head.
"Uncle Zheng, tell me about what's happened these past few days. Go into detail." Feng Xiu collected his thoughts and asked again.
These past few days, Feng Xiu had been wholly absorbed in studying the Blood Gate Qi Lock he envisioned for Tyrant Fist, paying little attention to anything happening outside.
"In reply to Young Master, everything has gone smoothly on the Lin Family side. Following your instructions, Young Master Lin Che joined forces with seven or eight grain merchants to distribute porridge and