Xiang Yu leisurely walked into the bar where the body had previously been; no trace of the corpse remained now, yet a faint stench of blood still permeated the air.
Upon seeing Xiang Yu return, Shi Jian hurriedly ran over. "Why are you wet, and there's a hint of fragrance too?" Shi Jian sniffed him, suddenly thought of something, and his mouth dropped open in surprise, "You didn't, you didn't..." Shi Jian stammered.
"Dude, you're too sensitive," Xiang Yu said, resting his hand on his shoulder.
"Stop bluffing, come with me." Shi Jian pulled Xiang Yu upstairs into a room where two people were sitting. One of them was Fang Rong whose face was pale, probably still not recovered from the earlier shock.
The other was a brawny man who quickly stood up from the couch upon seeing Xiang Yu entering and knelt down with a thud in front of him. "You avenged me by killing my enemy, thank you," the brawny man said with a muffled voice.
