To be honest, having been entrusted with such an important task right after joining the sect,
the new disciple was terribly nervous, especially since he was doing something so sneaky.
So, upon arriving in Chinatown and setting up talismans in the shadows, he couldn't stop darting his eyes around and acting furtively.
The new disciple thought he had concealed himself flawlessly. Taking advantage of the thick night, he was just about to slip away without a sound.
Who would've thought—
Mommy!
Why had someone suddenly jumped off the overnight bus
and come after him like a ghost?
What was he supposed to do in a situation like this?!
Fuck.
Without another word,
run!
The new disciple had no time to think. He took off running, intending to duck into an alley and shake off the terror behind him.
But the moment he ran in, his ass was kicked hard, and he went sprawling face-first onto the ground.
The instant his face hit the concrete, he was sure of one thing—
his front teeth had definitely shattered!
The taste of blood filled his mouth.
A cocky voice exploded beside his ear.
"Little thief, you ran into your grandpa here and still dared to run?!"
How did he know I was a little thief?!
Honestly, I don't get it either.
I was obviously delivering good fortune, so why did this turn out like this?!
The new disciple thought miserably as he hurriedly scrambled to his feet. "I won't run, I won't run! Grandpa, spare my life!"
Ignoring the pain, he lifted his head and secretly glanced at the person behind him, hoping to find a chance to bolt.
But the approaching figure was backlit. He couldn't see the person's expression at all, much less spot any opening.
The closer the person came,