"Wolf Lord—"
The oil-stained vendor's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground.
The cultivator, his whole body glowing with red light, lay nearby with his head tilted to one side. His entire face was twisted into a terrifying grimace, and his empty eyes stared straight at him.
Seeing this horrifying scene, he panicked and tried to get away, but he couldn't even stand. Instinctively, he scooted a little closer to Lin Shu.
The vendor quietly breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately realized something was wrong.
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His expression stiffened.
Why had he instinctively felt safer beside a Fierce Wolf?
After all, this fearsome-looking cultivator had died at Master Lin's hands.
Greedy Wolf's cruel methods had long since spread throughout Four Directions Street. Everyone knew about them.
And it wasn't as if he hadn't sold Master Lin food that was less than clean.
At the thought, the little vendor sat on the ground in a daze, his eyes full of confusion.
He was a little afraid, but he felt nothing like the panicked dread that his life could be taken at any moment—the feeling he got around the other members of the Blackwater Gang.
"Get me another bowl of soy milk, and another plate of buns."
Lin Shu sat leisurely beside the low table.
Even with the bloodstained table and the corpse beside him, he intended to carry on eating breakfast.
The Zhao Family's little courtyard stood at the entrance to Four Directions Street.
Greedy Wolf sat quietly there, without wasting words. Instead, in the simplest and most brutal way, he used the life of Xia Mingtang, the old tiger, to announce to everyone nearby who owned this place.
Not a blade of grass or a tree, not a dog in the street, nor anyone in the courtyard—