"Wang Jie, what are you doing here?" Wang Chou showed none of an uncle's bearing in front of Wang Jie. The two did not even seem particularly close.
"The old man wanted to help Uncle make a connection, and he even sent you here specially. He really does play favorites." Carrying his knife, Wang Jie walked past the barricade, the blood on him almost splashing onto Wang Chou. "Out of respect for the few years you have on me, I call you Uncle. But if you actually think that makes you my elder, that's laughable."
"Keep your mouth shut. Nobody's going to mistake you for a mute." Wang Chou had barely finished speaking when a blade flashed before his eyes. An instant later, searing pain shot through him. Wang Jie's knife had pierced his palm and pinned it to the hood.
"If you died in the Sick District tonight, would Uncle and his family be upset?" Wang Jie made no attempt to conceal the blatant threat. Killing intent filled his eyes, as though he really intended to do it.
Beads of cold sweat dripped down. Wang Chou endured the pain and shut his mouth.
Only after Wang Chou backed down did Wang Jie pull out his knife and turn to Gao Ming. "Sorry you had to see that. My family situation is pretty complicated. They may look human, but every last one of them is more sinister and vicious than a ghost."
Their exchange gave Gao Ming a rough understanding of the situation. Old Master Wang wanted Wang Jie's Uncle's Family to take over his position. He had deliberately sent Wang Jie away so his uncle's people could approach Gao Ming, the founder of the Deadwater Forum.
Gao Ming had no interest in family infighting, but if he wanted to