In a world with such an enormous gulf between rich and poor as the Douluo Continent, things like this happened far too often.
Jiang Che had no desire to meddle.
Yet trouble insisted on latching onto him.
"Stop!"
A bald young man blocked Jiang Che's path, tilting his head as he sized him up.
The bald young man was probably with the others inside, serving as their lookout.
"Brother, where are you off to? How about lending us a couple of Gold Soul Coins to spend?"
The three young men in the alley also emerged and surrounded Jiang Che.
"I have no money," Jiang Che said.
The bald man laughed. "Dressed that nicely, and you're telling me you have no money?"
"You refuse the toast, so you'll drink the punishment!"
One of the young men reached out to grab Jiang Che's collar.
Jiang Che took a step back.
"I said I have no money!" Jiang Che looked at the thugs before him without a trace of panic, his tone playful.
The bald young man spat. "Quit pretending! Number Two, hold him down!"
Just then, Jiang Che moved.
A purple Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet, a Blue Silver saber appeared in his hand, and a blade of water slashed out.
Before one of the thugs could wipe the vicious grin off his face, he froze in place. He clapped both hands over his throat, trying to speak, but blood poured ceaselessly from his mouth.
Thud.
The thug toppled stiffly to the ground, utterly lifeless!
[Ding!] [Killed a level 15 Soul Master. Gained 1 skill point.] [Current skill points: 177]
He saw the purple Soul Ring flash beneath Jiang Che's feet and stood rooted to the spot.
Naturally, the bald young man would never have imagined that Jiang