A single gold coin was no small sum anywhere.
When everyone saw a middle-aged woman who sold nothing but ordinary funeral supplies suddenly receive such a fortune, it was like watching a child carry gold through a busy market. Naturally, wicked thoughts stirred in their minds.
Yet none of them expected her to kill the vendor beside her in an instant. No, to be precise, no one had even seen her act.
For no apparent reason, the man's head simply exploded.
Now no one dared look down on this woman selling funeral supplies.
Seeing that the woman had not taken him to task for his earlier behavior, Liu Dao Wu plucked up his courage again, hoping to get friendly with this formidable expert.
He gave a fawning smile, his curved brows and narrowed eyes lending him a kindly look. His plump cheeks grew rounder still, making him look just like a laughing Buddha.
He cupped his hands toward the woman. "May I ask who you really are, ma'am?"
"I'm selling funeral supplies today. Tomorrow, who knows?" The woman looked at Liu Dao Wu. "Master Wu, do you have any other instructions for me?"
Liu Dao Wu immediately slapped himself across the face. "Oh, please, you're putting me to shame! There's no Master Wu here. Just call me Little Wu!"
The woman showed no reaction. She merely said, "You were quick to get out of the way earlier. One moment you had your foot on my stall, and the moment someone arrived, you pulled it back."
"Ah, that's a knack for reading people I picked up by scraping out a living in the Underground City. That customer's face was impossible to make out. People like that are the strongest in the Underground City. Nobody dares provoke them lightly."
"Why?" the woman