"Everyone, you have gone too far!" a dark, deep voice suddenly rang out.
Then, accompanied by a chilling aura, a figure wearing a demonic mask swept in like a specter in the night and landed lightly before them.
Four black-robed men followed him, each wearing a different demonic mask.
"Gui Sha!" Ximen Wenhua's gaze darkened slightly. The mere mention of that name seemed to thicken the chill in the air. "Does your Ghost Market want to wade into these muddy waters too?"
Gui Sha, master of the Ghost Market of the Black Market Alliance!
Gui Sha's eyes flickered beneath his mask, his expression caught between a smile and a smirk. "You exaggerate, Brother Ximen. We merely wish to clarify your position."
"Do your actions today represent the will of Soul Fighting City, or are you fighting solely for your families' private interests?"
Though he had arrived late, he knew the entire sequence of events like the back of his hand, and had already made his own calculations.
When Li Gui of the Heartless Tower's branch had accepted that contract, one of Gui Sha's subordinates had been present-the black-robed man beside Li Gui.
"Oh? So you're saying there's a subtle distinction?" Ximen Wenhua asked, raising an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Gui Sha paced slowly, his tone firm. "Since ancient times, the assassin's way has been to exchange lives for wealth. Taking money to do a job is as natural as heaven and earth."
"Blame only this murky world and the cycle of cause and consequence!"
"If you represent Soul Fighting City, then my Ghost Market will certainly show you due respect, and we can discuss together whether the Heartless Tower's rules should remain."
"But if this is merely a private grievance, you should know that this dark