It was already deep in the night.
There were no one on the streets.
"Feng Poliu, isn't it a loss for those sellers to sell cultivation techniques for money?" Lin Fan asked.
Feng Poliu said, "To me, it is in fact a little loss but to others it might not be the case. Although cultivation techniques are important, riches are still the most important. The rule of people dying for money doesn't change."
Dang dang!
The sound of metal rubbing spread forth and several shadows flashed across. From the shadow, one could see that they were assassins with blades.
"Damn, they finally came out. We waited here for a full two days, how annoying."
"Young Master Wang's money is so hard to earn, brothers take note, let's teach them a lesson."
...
"Cousin, I smell a slight bit of weak killing intent." Zhou Zhongmao stopped, his eyes stared at the dark alley.
"Oh."
