Bang, bang, bang...
White, warm steam filled the old-fashioned bathhouse.
Within that white steam, a Black Coffin was getting mobbed.
More than a dozen sturdy, upright enforcers savagely kicked the Black Coffin.
The floor was slick, and the Black Coffin was like a ball beneath their feet, kicked back and forth.
"Fuck! Why is this coffin lid so damn hard?" one enforcer cursed. "Pry open his coffin and drag him out!"
Several enforcers immediately stepped forward, pinning down the Black Coffin as several large hands clawed at the lid.
Gu Huangquan expressionlessly stretched out his hand and gripped the coffin lid tightly.
It was not that he could not defeat these people. He simply could not bear to come out, nor could he come out.
No one understood the Painter's sinister tricks better than he did. He was one hundred percent certain that the moment he emerged, a whole string of accidents would be waiting outside.
Those accidents might not kill him, but they would certainly ruin his reputation.
"Well, well! The kid inside has some strength!"
The enforcers drew their blades, preparing to pry open the coffin.
At that moment, a muffled voice came from within the Black Coffin. "I have an accomplice. He's bathing in the pool."
Gu Huangquan's words reminded everyone.
They looked toward the pool, where the misty white fog happened to conceal the Painter's figure.
The lead enforcement officer flew into a rage. "You still dare lie to me?!"
"He didn't lie to you."
A leisurely voice sounded softly from the steaming pool. With a gentle blow, he dispersed the white mist, revealing a man with pure white long hair and a bare upper body.
The man gently rubbed his white hair, looking relaxed and content as he faced away from the crowd.
It was