"When fellow townsmen meet fellow townsmen, tears well up in all four eyes."
Chen Qiu sighed softly. Only after leisurely finishing every drop of the lamb soup in his bowl did he set down the porcelain bowl, pull out a handkerchief from his robes to wipe the stains from the corners of his mouth, and say helplessly,
"Fat Dragon, your Sky-Blasting Gang slogan was shouted far too loudly that day."
"If we do not get rid of this man, who knows what he might reveal in desperation before he dies? That would be a disaster."
They had transmigrated into this world.
This matter could be as minor or as major as one made it.
If this man survived, or blurted out in blind panic before dying that he had transmigrated here and exposed them as well, it could have a rather serious impact on them. Who knew whether some old monster might want to dissect transmigrators like them and see what they were made of.
People were curious by nature.
Golden Core old monsters were too.
Unfortunately, the methods of Golden Core old monsters often allowed them to satisfy every curiosity they had.
"Mm."
Thinking of how serious this was, Fat Dragon nodded as he watched the back of the young man being taken away gradually recede into the distance. A vicious glint flashed through his eyes.
"Shopkeeper, the bill."
Chen Qiu waved the shopkeeper over. After tossing down several copper coins, he pointed at the backs of those burly men and asked, "Which faction in Mountain-Cleaving City do those people belong to?"
"This..."
The shopkeeper was clearly hesitant and unwilling to say much, but after looking at the copper coins on the table, which obviously exceeded the cost of the meal, he still lowered his voice. "That group? They