Shanyi had come here to cause trouble. As long as he drove everyone here away, his mission would be complete. As for whether he could collect the protection money, the fury on the shopkeeper's face made it clear that the man would never pay up obediently.
"Looks like the people here don't welcome us."
Muzan emerged from the room at the back, looking arrogantly at Shanyi, who was still making trouble.
That gaze, laden with chilling malice, fell upon him. Shanyi swallowed, but with several brothers behind him and a weapon in his hand to bolster his courage, he dared roar at Muzan:
"Bastard! You Land of Waves merchants, I don't welcome you! Pay up right—"
Before he could finish, a black shadow flashed before his chest. A kunai plunged straight into his heart. Shanye Song stared at him with a vicious expression and said in a low voice:
"How dare you disrespect my lord? You deserve to die!"
It was only the death of a lowlife. Muzan did not rebuke Shanye Song for acting so recklessly, merely turning his gaze toward the few trembling thugs.
"Take care of all of them."
"Yes, my lord."
Muzan walked past them indifferently. When he noticed the merchandise that had been smashed and wrecked in the shop, a trace of anger rose within him.
"Looks like they intend to settle this with violence. They need to be taught a lesson."
He would not be foolish enough to fight violence with violence. After all, his public image was that of a merchant from the Land of Waves, one who brought cheap goods to the people and sometimes even donated money to them.
"Raise the purchase prices for goods in the surrounding area for the time being. Buy up anything they put on the market."