Two days later.
Wangjiang Tower, Dengzhou.
Nine men entered the restaurant. Their leader strode like a dragon and paced like a tiger, wearing a silver-white mask, but the flesh around his neck had ulcerated and rotted. It was Chao Xiong!
In the main hall, the Green-Robed Elder had been waiting for some time with three sword-bearing girls.
"What is it?"
Chao Xiong came straight to the point, though his tone was mild.
Since Misty Rain Tower had invited him, he naturally had to show them some respect.
The Green-Robed Elder smiled and cupped his fists.
"An honored guest has commissioned Misty Rain Tower to arrange a transaction with you. Please wait a moment while I hurry him along."
With that, he left with the sword-bearing youth.
Chao Xiong suspected nothing. Misty Rain Tower's reputation was too resounding, its name too solid. Whether dealing with Jianghu heroes or notorious villains, it treated everyone alike.
After waiting three quarters of an hour, Chao Xiong's keen ears caught the dense clatter of hooves in the distance.
"Could this be a major transaction?" He remained perfectly composed.
Then one of his men spotted the Flying Fish Uniforms and urgently reported:
"Chief, it's the Embroidered Uniform Guard!"
Bang!
Chao Xiong smashed the table with his palm, fury blazing in his eyes. He could hardly believe those words.
How could Misty Rain Tower stoop so low?
"Go!" Chao Xiong strode away.
Embroidered Uniform Guards stood on all four sides of Wangjiang Tower, more than two hundred in all. Some held bows and crossbows at the ready, while others stood with sabers drawn.
Jia Huan slowly approached.
At the sight of that Bright Red Flying Fish Uniform, followed by a glance at the youthful face, Chao Xiong snarled:
"Little Butcher!"
Without a thought for his men's lives,