A day later.
Outside Sunset Forest stood a sprawling cluster of buildings-or rather, shops.
Vendors' cries rang out one after another, making the place lively indeed.
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang sat down to rest at a teahouse, waiting for Liu Erlong to join them.
Tang San pricked up his ears and heard three men at the next table boasting, their faces flushed.
A skinny man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks slapped the table. "Have you heard? Thief Emperor Douluo Roger, the level-ninety-nine Peerless Douluo who owned half the wealth of the Douluo World, was recently executed by Spirit Hall on Martial Soul Mountain!
"Before his execution, he said something that sent people flocking to find a place called Slaughter City.
"He said: 'Want my treasure? If you want it, you can have it all. Go find it! I left all my treasure in Slaughter City!'"
Another man, a fat fellow with a brutish face, rubbed his hands. "It's true. I was there when he was executed. Now, who knows how many brave men and mercenaries want to head to Slaughter City to chase their dreams!"
The third, a short man with a decidedly ugly face, lowered his voice. "But I heard Slaughter City only takes villains and goes out of its way to oppose Spirit Hall. Tremble, Spirit Hall! The world is about to usher in the great age of villains!"
Tang San's mouth twitched. What is all this nonsense? Since when did Slaughter City become a place to strike it rich?
He couldn't help tightening his grip on the Sleeve Arrow in his pocket.
This was his first Hidden Weapon.
His wary gaze swept over the three men. He kept feeling he had seen them somewhere before.
A fragment of memory flashed through his mind!
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