The Hunt (4,000 Words, Bonus Chapter for 7,500 Average Subscriptions! Please Vote!)

In the Sewers.

"He Sheng was a spy for Thunder God Shed?" Little Loudspeaker clenched her fists, furious.

"A Liu didn't betray us. The Heaven's Will Strongholds in Blackwater Alley and White Cloud Alley were both fakes, set up to mislead He Sheng. He works for Dao Youming," Twelfth Madam said flatly.

"Goddamn He Sheng! I actually cared about that bastard!" Old Third Zhang cursed.

Everyone except Li Xiuwen was furious.

They and He Sheng were old friends. Their bonds ran deep.

Li Xiuwen, on the other hand, felt little attachment to the Club.

He Sheng's betrayal did not stir much anger in him.

Nor did the "brotherhood" and "honor among outlaws" these Clubs loved to talk about mean much to him.

He just wanted to make money, get Great Elixirs, grind proficiency, and grow stronger.

He Sheng was worth one Great Elixir. He could hardly blame Li Xiuwen for going after him.

While the other three were still hesitating over whether to kill He Sheng, Li Xiuwen strode across the water and vanished into a dark passage of the Sewers.

"That A Wen—mention a Great Elixir and his eyes light up..." Little Loudspeaker hurried after him.

She had no particular desire for a Great Elixir and was not short of money. She was simply worried Li Xiuwen could not handle He Sheng alone.

He Sheng's Martial Constitution was ordinary, but his Comprehension was decent.

He had trained for more than a decade, reaching Python Muscle Peak in Qi and Blood. He also had the Stelesplitting Hand, an Advanced Combat Method of Bear Mountain Style, at Great Mastery at the very least.

Among Hesheng Tu's Straw Sandals, He Sheng ranked somewhere in the top dozen or so. Most of those stronger than him were Flood Dragon Muscle experts.

Little Loudspeaker