Xu Xian had never imagined that the monk-looking man before him could be so ruthless. He had not even blinked when he said the words "beat you to death."
"M-monk... no... Master..." Xu Xian was clearly frightened. "Why are you doing this? I'm just a poor apprentice. I don't have any money..."
Du Yu's expression turned cold. "To tell you the truth, this has nothing to do with money. I'm the murderer wanted over in Britain Village next door. At midnight, I come out to take clients, kill a few people, and slice open a few bellies while I'm at it. Britain Village is so afraid of me coming out to take clients that they've given me an honorary title-Ripper the Client-Taker."
With that, Du Yu produced the Thin Sword out of thin air and waved it about.
Ripper the Client-Taker?
Xu Xian stood rooted to the spot. The monk's icy tone alone told him that he was not lying. This was clearly the sort of man who would do exactly what he said.
"Master Client-Taker, p-please stop waving that around. I'll write it, all right?"
"That's more like it." Du Yu nodded slightly. "Get on with it."
Although Xu Xian had agreed, he faced another problem. Where could he find paper and a brush in the dead of night?
"Master Client-Taker... I don't have any paper or a brush with me... Could you let me see Master Fahai first, and then..."
Du Yu barked, "How dare you!" Frightened, Xu Xian immediately shut his mouth.
"You're a grown man, and you're going to let something this trivial stop you? If you don't have paper and a brush, I'll go with you to buy them, steal them, or rob someone of them. If all else fails, cut your finger and write