After directing his strongmen to finish cleaning up the scene, Fang Ke headed straight to Firewood Gate Street.
Yet after knocking for ages, he heard only Little Yellow barking. His immediate superior never came to answer the door.
This isn't right!
He muttered inwardly, With his temperament, why wouldn't he come home after killing someone...?
He knew his immediate superior.
He also knew how it felt to kill for the first time.
When it came to killing, the more principled and kindhearted someone was, the harder it was for him to cross that hurdle in his own heart.
By contrast, those louts who understood no principles and cared nothing for morality found slaughtering a person as commonplace as killing a chicken.
And his immediate superior happened to be precisely that sort of good man: principled, kindhearted, possessed of exceptionally high moral standards, and extraordinarily stubborn.
Normally, he scarcely ever said a harsh word to the men under him.
Having killed three people in one go today, he probably felt as though half the sky had collapsed...
Just as Fang Ke was debating whether to climb over the wall and take a look inside,
a languid voice suddenly came from beside him. "Stop knocking. Your boss hasn't come back..."
Fang Ke turned to see Wang Dashi standing outside the neighboring courtyard gate in moon-white underclothes, stretching.
Without a word, he cupped his hands toward Wang Dashi, then lowered his head and strode toward the end of the street.
Wang Dashi stretched his waist. "What was all that commotion in town just now?"
After a moment's hesitation, Fang Ke answered honestly, "Perhaps those Martial World people went a little too far tonight. My boss couldn't stomach it, so he went out and killed three scumbags from the Long Wind of Jiangzuo Gang!"