Bab 161: The player's class choice

Old crane was certain that it was the painter John's doing.

Just two days ago, painter John had sent something to Link's help. Now that link had suddenly come to White Crane Hall of his own accord to pay the monthly tribute, he must have had some confidence.

Besides the painter, old crane couldn't think of anyone else who could deal the fatal blow to the 35 thugs before they could even react and was also related to link.

And it was very likely that the painter's frightening pencil had caused the head of the thug of White Crane Hall to be pierced and wounded.

Although the painter was strong, he still had enemies.

Moreover, five years had passed, and the sand City was no longer the sand City of the past.

"Times have changed. It's no longer the time for you to do whatever you want, John!"

On the other hand, the bandits drove back to the link gang.