Zeng Mu studied him closely once more. Looking at Cobert's face, he simply could not associate it with any great merchant. If he put it the way Kanni would, he would have said, "You old geezer, you might not qualify as a swindler, but you're certainly not an honest merchant who gives people their money's worth."
He spread his hands. "All right, it amounts to the same thing anyway. You've offended plenty of people. That's enough."
"Most likely someone in the same trade. There are about eleven herbal medicine shops in the Temple Capital. The three largest are under military control. Of the remaining eight, including mine, three have owners who are locals from the Holy Temple, and four belong to people of my own race. Three of those men can't stand me. Of course, I can't stand them either, because our ideas about doing business differ. That's not something I can explain to you in a few words."
"I never expected to understand it that quickly." Zeng Mu shook his head. "But if my guess is right, since that fellow already hired people to cause trouble, he won't settle for simply wrecking your shop. I'd say whoever is behind this will try a few more tricks over the next two days."
"What? Again?" Cobert's face went from pale to red, as though those words had set his temper ablaze. He immediately cursed, "That damned bastard had better not let me catch him, or I'll make him pay!"
After a few heavy breaths, he regained some of his composure. Once he had calmed down, he said, "Then, Nameless, when do you think the second attack will come?"
Zeng Mu answered without a moment's hesitation, "Tonight."
The moon was hidden, and the wind was fierce.
Not a soul could be seen