Simple and clear, the purest foul mouth and the ultimate pleasure.
The man immediately became furious.
But when he saw the butcher's cleaver releasing Spirit Qi indicative of the Sixth Realm, he was utterly shocked.
Then he knelt on the ground, kowtowing as if crushing garlic with his head.
A passing pedestrian glanced at it and disdainfully spat.
Yet, this spit incited another onlooker into sudden rage, and in an instant, both were brawling.
After a while, the victor spit blood on the face of the deceased, then dragged the body to the butcher. The butcher quietly tossed a few silvers to the man, then began to remove the loser's femurs to sell.
This is Shura City.
A place where camaraderie among people is impossible.
Zhou Li and Tang Cen stood quietly in the shabby alley, observing the people in the street harboring the intent to kill. Neither spoke, merely watching in silence.
Waiting.
For his arrival.
