His movements were clean and decisive. Everyone here was only first- or second-rate martial artists, and for a moment, none of them could make out his footwork. Their expressions all changed.
A martial artist around forty, at the Houtian level, grew solemn at the sight of such methods. Even he had only vaguely caught a shadow.
Not daring to act rashly, he slowly said,
"It seems I have never seen you before, sir. Why have you come to meddle in the affairs of the Lin Family..."
"I'm meddling? What kind of joke is that?"
"It was clearly your man who started this. He acted unreasonably. You all saw it—he called me over, said he would teach me a lesson, then came straight at my eggs headfirst."
The black-clad young man's face was full of indignation as he said righteously,
"Look. All of you, look! My eggs were smashed by him!"
"..." Everyone froze. They looked at him in disbelief, then instinctively looked at the young man sprawled atop the rotten eggs, vomiting on the ground.
Just look at how utterly blissed-out and miserable he seemed.
How could there be someone so shameless in this world?
The Houtian martial artist clenched his fists, but he did not wish to stir up further trouble at this time. He glanced at that Lin Family disciple, intending to settle the score later, and said grudgingly,
"I'll compensate you for the eggs. Let this matter end here."
With that, he casually tossed down several pieces of silver.
Yet the black-clad young man did not take them, letting the broken silver fall to the ground. Then he rolled his eyes and said,
"Just a few scraps of silver? Are you dismissing a beggar?"
"Don't go too far!" The Houtian martial artist's expression darkened.
"I'm going too