"Clang!"
From a distance came the echoing sound of metal clashing, as a thrown dagger deflected Su Xin's sword, sparing the man a gruesome end.
No longer could the man maintain his disdainful expression, it had been replaced with unadulterated terror.
Never in his life had he encountered a sword so swift!
"Cough, cough."
The door of the black room had been pushed open at some unknown point, and a slightly hunched figure emerged from within.
The figure seemed only to be in his forties, but his temples were already white with age, rendering him noticeably aged.
Although old, his face was fearsome. Particularly striking was his left eye, which appeared as if it had been gouged out, leaving nothing but a horrifying cavity.
"Boss Su of the Flying Eagle Gang? Your subordinates are uncouth. Surely, as a dignified gang leader, you wouldn't stoop to squabble with a petty thief?" said Old Wolf in his rasping voice.
