Outside the house, Zhao Tianhu heard Scholar Lv's extremely miserable scream and immediately said to Kui Sanjin in dejection, "Ah, another one gone."
Kui Sanjin hadn't spoken yet when a small, dark, and chubby fellow chimed in. "Lord Kui, I have a buddy who says he's got connections with the Astrological Bureau, maybe we could...."
"Smack!" Zhao Tianhu slapped him across the head. "Do you fucking not know what line of work we're in? We're swindlers! Dare to seek out the Astrological Bureau?! And have them come over and slaughter us all?"
The small, dark, and chubby guy, covering his mouth, retreated into the crowd feeling wronged, "They're not constables, and we're just a bunch of country scholars; they don't govern us...."
Zhao Tianhu squinted his eyes, "If it really comes to it, we'll give up on this Netherworld Artifact. We've hired so many people already; we've done enough for fourth brother."
