Bab 599: Set Up

In the depth of an alley, the blue-robed martial practitioner looked at the white-robed youth with a sour face. Before them on the ground was the hoodlum who was following them. One of his hands held his neck while his eyes bulged with a sliver of fear. A blood gash was on the hoodlum's neck and blood was spewing out. The blood puddle was growing larger and life was draining out of his eyes.

"Junior Martial Brother, you didn't need to kill him…" the older man said with extreme unhappiness.

"Such a hoodlum definitely didn't harbor good intentions in following us. Master taught us that we don't offend those who don't offend us. Now, this guy is offending us, so why wouldn't we attack? Senior Martial Brother, you're too careful. We came out not to be mistreated. We have cultivated martial arts, so there's no reason for us to be careful towards these city rats!" the white-robed youth said.