Inside the Green Bamboo Gang's hall.
Scarface clutched his faintly aching chest and stood trembling before Lei Hu, giving a truthful account of what had just happened.
On his way back, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt. All dozen or so of his men had been injured, while he alone had escaped without a scratch. Not only had he failed to collect the sixty taels, he had been bargained down to ten. If he returned like that, the gang would surely punish him severely.
Left with no choice, he had a sudden inspiration. He punched himself in the chest several times, then changed into one of his men's clothes, which had been torn during the beating.
"Incense Master Lei, I've failed you! I took a dozen men to collect the debt, but instead of getting the money, we got beaten up. Even with all of us attacking together, we couldn't beat him. I think his name was Li Feng? He's a regular constable."
"Li Feng? Why is it him again?!"
A cold glint flashed through Lei Hu's eyes.
When Ma San had died, he had examined the body himself. The killer had struck with tremendous force and decisive movements, killing Ma San and the others instantly before they had any chance to resist.
At the time, he had concluded that the attacker was an expert at qi-blood second level perfection or higher-in other words, at least on his own level.
When he had last visited Li Feng's courtyard, he had seen sand and gravel spread out in a corner. Looking back now, Li Feng must have been practicing the Skin-Grinding Method then. That sand and gravel had been his training material, and using it to practice meant that his Skin-Grinding Method had reached minor achievement