"Who's there?!"
Before the words had even faded.
His burly, bear-like body shot up from the ground, landing lightly and precisely atop the beam!
Bang!
With one palm, he flipped open the roof tiles and poked half his body out, his hawk-like eyes sweeping over the surroundings.
The cold wind wailed.
The area nearby was deathly silent.
Gao Fu's brows knitted tightly. Holding his breath in suspicion, he focused his senses, letting his perception spread outward like a spiderweb as he probed for the slightest movement around him.
About the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed.
There was still no movement whatsoever. Gao Fu's expression eased slightly, and he withdrew back into the house.
In a narrow, dark alley a hundred paces away.
Shen Xiuhan crouched against the wall, his chest heaving rapidly, astonishment filling his heart:
That was close...
As expected of a Dark Force martial artist. His senses and reactions far surpass those of Bright Force. Luckily, I had "Startled Swan, Wandering Dragon"; otherwise, Gao Fu would definitely have discovered me...
Shen Xiuhan let out a breath. Like a stubborn stone, he patiently lay low for half an incense stick's time.
Once he confirmed that Gao Fu had not followed him out, power abruptly burst from beneath his feet.
His entire body became a gray-black afterimage, melting into the depths of the dark alley.
Xuanhua Ward.
The Turbulent Wave Gang's headquarters.
The lights blazed brightly, and the noise shook the heavens.
Bluestone tables had been set up in the courtyard. Seven or eight burly lackeys sat around them with their shirts hanging open, faces flushed as they drank and played finger-guessing games to their hearts' content.
"Five chiefs!"
"Six six six! You lost, drink!"
Two days ago, the Turbulent Wave Gang had raided the