Vampire Kid...
Shen Ye's eye twitched.
Was it because I said the Brotherhood would avenge me if I were killed, which sounded a bit like the plot of Calabash Brothers, that I got the Vampire Kid appraisal trait?
I'm speechless.
Forget it. There aren't any Earthlings here anyway.
Nobody knows.
So there's nothing embarrassing about it.
Shen Ye grinned and said leisurely,
"Brother Kevin, are you going to attack a Songstress in public? Or can you tell us what grave crime this Songstress has committed?"
"My men have disappeared," Kevin said.
"What the hell does that have to do with me?" Shen Ye said.
"You just-"
Shen Ye interrupted him with a sharp shout. "I'd only just gotten back when someone came to clean the room. I opened the door, and we were talking when you showed up-damn it, if you want to kill me, stop making all these excuses! Come on! Let's see who dies here!"
His voice grew louder and louder, his agitation mounting. By the end, he had stepped forward, pressing his forehead against Kevin's.
A fight to the death was about to erupt.
Suddenly, a voice rang out from outside the door.
"Mr. Baxter, your friends said you wanted your room cleaned-do you have any suggestions regarding our standards of cleanliness?"
Before the words had finished, a fat, middle-aged male zombie appeared in the doorway.
He looked at the scene in the room and froze.
Shen Ye froze as well.
"My friends? Who?" he asked instinctively.
"The two Pale Assassins. They said you wanted your room cleaned and told us to send someone immediately," the fat, middle-aged zombie stammered.
Understanding dawned on Shen Ye.
"Ha, Brother Kevin, you're really something... You took my money, then sent men to make trouble for me."
"You killed them," Kevin