"What's going on, Old Xun? Why are you shouting so much? That weak brat, Zhang Liang, killed someone? Who's so unlucky?"
Tru held the pot in one hand and looked curiously at Xun Mingyuan, who was rushing over.
For them, people dying was nothing rare.
There were large numbers of people dying every day in the underworld. Even a child could look on expressionlessly as villains were killed at the vegetable market. It was no surprise.
"He really… really killed someone. I'm not lying. It's Niu Wei. I don't know what happened between that idiot and Zhang Liang. They fought and fought until they were really angry. We couldn't persuade them at all. Zhang Liang picked up the metal rod used to move the fish and hit Niu Wei on the head. Niu Wei's head was smashed and covered in 'green' blood as he laid on the ground twitching. He is probably dead."
Just a few hundred meters of running and Xun Mingyuan was already panting heavily.
