Rise as Fierce Wolf, Take Control of Four Directions Street (New Book: Please Follow and Vote Monthly~)

"..."

Bai Feng sat silently at the table, staring fixedly at that sticky head.

The terror on Tian Jingyuan's contorted face, his mouth gaping wide—

It seemed to silently mock Bai Feng for calling Lin Shu a "Puppy Cub" earlier.

With that sudden burst of violence and clean, decisive killing, the other man looked more like a Fierce Wolf than anyone else present!

Bai Feng suddenly realized that his judgment had been seriously flawed.

The other man was still using some kind of claw technique.

When he had examined Liu San's corpse at Broken Firewood Courtyard, he'd concluded the technique was no higher than seventh grade.

But now it seemed that was probably because Lin Shu hadn't had an Inner Method back then, and so lacked the Spiritual Power needed to support this Immortal Method.

Even Bai Feng felt somewhat wary of the chill contained in the black aura that had just surged forth.

It was unmistakably a fifth-grade Immortal Method!

Even quite a few Mid-Stage Qi Condensation Cultivators would be more than a little envious.

"You knew all along, didn't you?"

Bai Feng turned toward the woman beside him in annoyance, staring straight at her as he gritted his teeth and hissed, "You've been waiting this whole time to see me make a fool of myself!"

No wonder she'd protected that kid from beginning to end.

Was she keeping him from competing with her for the kid?

Damn it, she looked so quiet and reserved, but she was actually quite the schemer!

"..."

Yan Jin couldn't be bothered to respond. Instead, she turned her gaze toward the young man not far away.

She had indeed seen this claw technique before.

But she'd never thought Lin Shu could win.

Compared with the last time he'd fought Zhang Zhongping, the young man had improved considerably, both in cultivation and in the Immortal Method itself!

Thirty wisps of Spiritual Power—he'd reached the limit of the early Qi Condensation stage.

That was a level no eighth-grade Inner Method could reach.

Though she'd been deceived, Yan Jin wasn't overly displeased.

In a place like Blackwater City, the more strength you kept hidden, the better your chances of surviving in the future.

That was only natural.

Creak—

Lin Shu pulled over another chair and set it in the spot where Tian Jingyuan had been sitting.

In the atmosphere of that moment, every move he made drew everyone's attention.

Nearly all the hall members, Master Mo included, had wariness and apprehension in their eyes.

The Immortal Method the young man had revealed wasn't enough to make them truly afraid.

After all, Blackwater City lacked everything except stories of people who'd gained insight into high-grade cultivation methods from Immortal Family Treasures, then turned their fortunes around.

Everyone seated here who'd been a Fierce Wolf for a few years had some secrets of their own.

What truly left everyone silent was Lin Shu's vicious, eye-for-an-eye nature.

Someone dared to sell his life, so he dared to cut off that person's head right in front of the hall members, without a care in the world.

"Why are you all looking at me?"

Lin Shu leaned back at an angle in his chair. As he regulated his breathing, he gave the people around the table a clean smile.

So clean he almost seemed harmless.

As though all the blood covering the table, and the head whose eyes were still open, had nothing to do with him.

"According to what this fatty said, that street of his belongs to me now, right?"

Lin Shu casually gestured toward the table. Even with so many people watching him with barely concealed hostility, his expression didn't change in the slightest.

A lot of things in this world followed the same logic.

If these hall members weren't willing to speak up for a Young Wolf, then they probably wouldn't stand up for a dead wolf either.

Besides, he'd deliberately waited a while and let Tian Jingyuan strike first.

"You... you dared to attack your own brother!"

Yin Ling sprang to his feet, his breath trembling, but he still slammed his hand down on the table.

He'd meant to get things started, but several breaths passed and the people beside him remained silent.

He looked around in confusion.

Everyone was looking at him strangely.

"Should we have the hall master investigate?"

The hall members rolled their eyes.

If they were going to bring up brotherhood now, then what did it mean that Fatty Tian had just admitted to selling the Young Wolf's life behind his back?

If they wanted to talk about rules, then they should apply them equally, lay out the facts, and investigate the matter thoroughly. Let the higher-ups decide who was right and who was wrong.

If they wanted to throw their weight around, then they could settle it by their own abilities.

You couldn't have it both ways.

So the two of them got to split the silver from Good Fortune Martial Hall, while the rest of the brothers helped them clean up the mess?

"Gulp."

Yin Ling swallowed, waved his hands, and sat back down, looking sheepish.

With the crude way Fatty Tian had gone about it, practically making sure everyone knew, there was no way it could withstand an investigation.

"..."

Master Mo took in the expressions around him, rubbed his brow, and abandoned his original plan to scold Lin Shu.

Fortunately, Little Yin had spoken up. Otherwise, he would almost have lost face.

The old man cleared his throat. "Since the two of you have already reached an agreement, I have no objections. Four Directions Street is yours. As for your Wolf Reputation, we'll discuss it once the hall master finds out."

"Fine."

Lin Shu dipped his chin, then asked, "Are we still eating?"

At his words, quite a few people's eyes twitched.

They might be called Fierce Wolves, but they weren't quite at the point of gathering around a stinking head to eat and drink.

"That's enough for today. Everyone, break up."

Master Mo waved his hand helplessly. The older he got, the more deeply he felt the threat posed by these children, their bodies steeped in Killing Intent.

"..."

Lin Shu was a little disappointed. Ever since he'd transmigrated here, he still hadn't had a proper meal.

Forget it. There'd be another chance.

There were more important matters to deal with than eating.

He turned his head and glanced casually into the void.

[Kill and rob, and gold fills your belt; build bridges and mend roads, and no bones remain. Kill a worthless life: reward, forty-seven Evil Coins]

The clatter of coins falling into his sleeve was music to his ears.

"Master Mo, we'll take our leave."

The Fierce Wolves rose one after another and headed for the door with the Young Wolves.

But before they could leave, the corner of their eyes caught a glimpse of what was happening across the table, and their faces twitched again.

Lin Shu wasn't even trying to hide it.

Right there in the open, he was rummaging through Tian Jingyuan's headless corpse.

He not only pocketed a few pieces of silver, but also pulled away the pouch at the fatty's waist that held his pills. He even eyed the bloodstained silk clothes, hesitating for a moment.

"Phew."

Yan Jin silently looked away.

Remembering that everyone had seen her bring Lin Shu in, she pressed her lips together and quickened her pace toward the door.

Toward evening.

The street outside Broken Firewood Courtyard.

Lin Shu leisurely toyed with the pouch in his hand.

Fatty Tian had been trying to swallow the Qi-Replenishing Pills inside. Luckily, he'd been quick enough to snatch them—and earn another hundred taels.

Sixteen Qi-Replenishing Pills in all, worth one thousand six hundred taels of silver!

Just a few days ago, that Tian fellow had been at Magpie Nest, haggling with him over a few dozen taels.

Even relying on that whole brothel full of courtesans, it would've taken him two or three years to earn this much.

Clearly, he'd come into a sudden windfall.

As for where it had come from, he'd obviously sold Lin Shu's life for a high price.

"That's all my hard-earned money."

Lin Shu felt much better. He lifted his head and suddenly spotted Black Charcoal, the constable, beneath a tree by the street.

His expression unchanged, he casually put the cloth pouch away.

Don't go flashing your wealth in front of poor people wearing Purple Flood Dragon. They might get jealous.