398. One Against Three

He hadn't even started causing trouble, yet he was already saddled with the blame?

Li Su's teeth ached.

And it would have been one thing if other people wanted to make trouble for him, but what was with the Liang Family disciples? The look in Liang Ke's eyes had gone beyond wanting to carve him into a thousand pieces—it was the look of someone who wanted to tear him limb from limb.

What the hell was this?

They were all corpse cultivators. When other people pursued women, they at least had something in mind—for instance, to admire the surging waves, or to engage in deep exchanges. At the very least, they could listen to a voice or something.

But you, Liang Ke—what were you after?

Did that thing down there even still work?

Could it be that he had set his sights on that fair, tender neck, intending to trade his own head for one bite from her?

Li Su's head was starting to throb. He felt that Xu You, that little bastard, had done him no small amount of harm, and he couldn't help increasing the heat, letting his soul experience Li Su's current mood.

After handing over the mission, Li Su returned to his residence.

That whole area was corpse cultivator territory. The Four Bandits had a fairly good relationship with one another, and their places were not far apart.

The moment Li Su arrived, quite a few people glared at him angrily. Of course, most kept their distance.

In an organization like this, murder and plunder were commonplace.

But if you killed someone, took their goods, and failed to clean up afterward—letting people trace it back to you, no less, when the other party was clearly of higher status than you—then you were truly an idiot.

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