Bang!
The door was kicked open with brutal force, the tremendous noise instantly jolting everyone sleeping inside awake.
The woman in Liu Dashuai's arms screamed in terror, frantically tugging at the blanket to cover her body.
The others woke as well, each grabbing a machete or steel pipe beside them and bracing themselves.
But when they saw the figure standing in the doorway, fear forced them to shrink back.
Flames burned along the Soul-Devouring Saw. Illuminated by its glow, the white-haired Lin Yi slowly walked into the room, a cold expression on his face.
At that sight, Liu Dashuai knew he was in trouble.
He had no idea what he had done to offend the man, but this white-haired bastard showing up at his door clearly meant trouble.
"Brother!"
Liu Dashuai immediately pushed the woman away. Without even bothering to get dressed, he knelt on the floor and said, "I don't know what I did to offend you, brother, but please give me a chance and spare my life. My supplies are stored next door. Take whatever you want, just let me off!"
Lin Yi studied Liu Dashuai kneeling on the floor, then smiled. "Why is it so small? Does it even work?"
Liu Dashuai didn't dare get angry at the remark. He instinctively reached down to cover himself.
"All right, I'm just here to send you on your way."
Lin Yi pushed the Soul-Devouring Saw toward him. "Using us to deal with Wen Wan was one thing. This is your turf, after all, so we could accept that loss. But of all the things you could've done, you should never have kept the sandstorm from us."
Hearing that, Liu Dashuai felt murderous.
He had concealed the sandstorm because he had seen Wen Wan get put in her place.
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