Chapter 47 - Reactions
Zou Tian watched nervously as the Twelfth Discordant Brigade crept toward the warehouse. Though Chao Su was one scary guy, the same could be said for Yao Yahui, the leader of the cultivator gang.
Few organizations other than the City Watch and the three sects could match their might. Everyone in the slums were scared of them.
It looked like Chao Su and the pretty girl were about to meet their ends.
Zou Tian sighed. Regrettable. So regrettable. He’d miss the silver tael a day he was being paid to report back about his gang’s activities.
That wasn’t the only reason for caring, though. Chao Su was so unlike anyone else. He was an odd combination of scary and just strange. His mannerisms. The way he made it seem like mortals actually mattered to him. He was unlike any other person in the slums, much less any other cultivator. But in a good way.
Zou Tian had never dealt with someone who was so honorable. When he’d reported the news of the attack as he’d been ordered, he fully expected to be killed by Chao Su, not rewarded, especially not with ten whole silvers. And then the man had told him to stay safe. To stay safe!
No one had ever expressed a lick of concern for Zou Tian’s wellbeing before.
He wished that the trio would simply run away. Far away. But it was too late for that. The gang approached.
With growing horror, he watched as they cut the wood barring the door and made their way inside.
From the clear sounds of fighting, whatever happened in the warehouse didn’t take long. Why would it? How much time should it take nineteen cultivators to kill three targets?
Strangely, what did take forever was for the gang to leave. Stripping the valuables off three bodies should have been the work of minutes for such experienced street fighters. After all, Zou Tian had been inside the warehouse many times. It wasn’t like there were a lot of places to hide treasures.
Instead of seeing the gang stream out, however, minutes stretched. And stretched.