Gu Wen, carrying nine top-grade Dragon Tiger Pills, vanished into the curtain of rain. He didn't leave but instead turned a corner and entered the courtyard where Hu Sanyuan's thugs congregated, a hall that should have been for receiving guests transformed into a private gambling den.
The thugs gathered gold and silver on the gambling table, their faces flushed red as they bellowed. To them, the chips on the table might as well have been the peasants groveling at their feet begging for mercy from their usury.
Roars, greed, malice.
Within the veil of rain, the gate to the courtyard closed, a figure in black robes and a bamboo hat leisurely walked up, casually picking up a stick by the entrance.
Since he had killed already, he didn't mind killing a few more.
To follow his heart, that was just fine.
The ruffians looked at him, perplexed by the arrival of a hooded man, but it did not stop them from showing their ferocity.
Boom!
