Silas observed the beggar vanish into the cave, his eyes narrowing as an evil smirk twisted his face. To say he was annoyed would be an understatement—his gums itched with hatred.
Betrayed by the beggar, all the gains were slipping away right before his eyes, leaving him to fend off the enraged leader.
The more he dwelled on it, the more his mood soured.
The talismans he used to stall the leader—the spear and medicinal pills he provided the beggar—he calculated the losses, and his heart tightened.
He was the one who was supposed to be collecting all the gains! He had a plan to deal with the beggar afterward, but to think he would act so quickly! Zhihui was a lot stronger than he had let on. When he thought back to the fight between the beggar and the knight, he felt confused.
