After bidding Marcus goodbye, Master Liaoran insisted that he and Wuzui leave on their own and not bother Marcus. Wuzui was fused, but he had no choice but to go along with his master. Slowly but steadily, they walked away from the se, heading towards a more crowded and lively part of the area, where they could hopefully catch a taxi to take them back.

  Wuzui looked bad checked on Marcus, who jumped into a sinkhole once again, seeming to iigate some more. To be ho, he was not certain what the se was, or what happened in the area as to have buried so many uhe ground. But he did not care that much either. What he went through when he was still a member of the drug dealing gang still lingered on his mind and filled him with fear, a fear even when by the side of his master could not be fully put to rest.

  “You’re worried.” Master Liaoran smiled as he walked along the empty road: “About the detective, I assume?”

  “Well, yeah, a little.” Wuzui sighed: “And - and about us. Master, you’re sure we don’t waive Cai to give us a ride? That was a hard fight, and thanks to you aive we’re able to get out alive. But you must be tired - ”

  “I’m fine, Wuzui. I’ve had harder fights during my younger years.” Master Liaoran shook his head: “And that would probably be the sed hard fight for the detective tonight, if he’s unlucky. And remember, we keep this to ourselves, unless it is the time for us to reveal this secret. The detective would be wise to not involve us, and we would be wise to not involve him.”

  “But - what are you hiding from, master?” Wuzui struggled for a brief moment, then still decided to pose this question that had been bugging him for a while.

  “I ’t tell you that. I’m sure you uand.” Master Liaoran looked up at the gradually brightening sky and said: “But I have a feeling that my bindings would not matter soon. ”

  “I see… ” Wuzui thought for a moment: “Thank you, master.”

  “Stay here for a moment. ” Out of nowhere, Master Liaoran stopped right at the position of a dim and flickering roadside light: “Don’t worry, wait for my return. It should not take long.”

  “Okay, but …” Wuzui wao ask, but Master Liaoran had already reached the side of a five-storey building before he could speak any other word. The building seemed abandoned and its crete internal structures were directly exposed. Master Liaoran just walked on the wall as if he was casually climbing a slightly steep mountain. And on the fourth floor, he just directly jumped inside.

  “Namo Amitabha.” Master Liaoran stepped to a cloaked figure in front of him, with two curved bdes in hands and half a dozen throwing knives on the belt: “I thought I sensed you. You must be the keeper.”

  “And you are?” The figure asked with a hoarse voice, as he turowards Master Liaoran, revealing his face half covered - not the lower part as one would normally expect, but the upper, including both of his eyes.

  “Just a humble monk.” Master Liaently bowed: “And I would like to thank you, for staying on the side when we deal with the nasty un entities that lurk in the area.”

  “Hah, is that what you think it was?” The figure took out two curved swords from his back: “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, baldie, but there’s not much to do around here. ”

  “So, you were actually waiting for eai?” Master Liaoran nodded, smiling.

  “Yeah.” The figure twirled the twin curved swords as he approached Master Liaoran: “This job is very b, you see. And unlucky for you, it’s been a while sihese bdes tasted blood.”

  Master Liaoran took a careful look at the twin curved swords - their bdes and edges looked identical, both had a spike he tip, both had green dragon-shaped patterns on the side, and both had a dark green, almost emerald-like shine on them.

  “Lord of Green Bat Dragon.” Master Liaoran whispered a name.

  “Oh?” The figure halted for a moment then responded with an amused smirk: “I didn’t expeeo that name up, after all these years. Now tell me your name. So you sleep with honor.”

  “Namo Amitabha.” Master Liaoran bowed gently to the figure, shaking his head: “Dear donor, I don’t think you will be fotten anytime soon. Yours is still a feared and respected name amongst many areas aions of the society, especially amongst martial circles. But I would still caution merd harmony. Even the most brutal of men still find the path to redemption and righteousness.”

  The figure let out a loud ugh, then without a hint of any premeditation he leapt towards the humble old monk standing right in front of him. The twin curved swave out a green glow awo trails of green light in the air. One aiming at Master Liaoran’s neck; one aiming at his right arm. This was the signature killer move of Lord of Green Bat Dragon, the oorious underground merary and tract killer. Though blind in the eyes, he possessed incredible sehat were far superior than any normal person with perfect eyesight. And many targets felled by him shared the same fate: their right arms severed, and decapitated, almost at the same time. Before today, almost no one had heard of him for years, many presumed that he went into hiding or died.

  “k!” This time the edges of the two swords failed their wielder, as they were both blocked and were not able to move even an inch further, by two hands that were made of nothing but flesh and bohese two hands now glowed in golden and red light, their fingers bit into the alloy edges, and cracks started crawling all over the bdes.

  “Amitabha.” The old man sighed: “The years of killing ament had sharpened and tempered your bde, yet it also weakehe very core. You have burnt much more out than many, and today, I’m afraid I have to take this matter into my own hands.”

  “What the - ” The figure tried to let go of the curved swords, but somehow both his palms were stu the handle by some kind of force, even with all his Qi he could not even move a finger.

  With a simple ch of fingers, the old monk crushed both bdes into metal scraps. The moment, the figure felt a palm tapping him on the chest and a gust of warm Qi rushing into his body, c in his meridians and burning his own Qi away.

  Before he passed out due to shod a sudden burn out of his own Qi, something came to this figure’s mind. He had been in hiding for quite some time, but so had others, many of whom had more fearsome reputation than his. Judging by the stern and warm Qi in his body and the unbelievable dispy of hardened Qigong, he only had time to utter but a single word: “Dark …”

  Wuzui waited for less than three minutes, he retty sure since he was cheg on his phohe whole time. The sun had e out in full, but it brought only very limited warmth to his tired body and scared mind. Now he just wao get back to the temple, sleep and do his usual chores. It was a simple and b life, but a safe life he enjoyed.

  “Alright. Let’s go.” Master Liaoraurned, carrying a cloaked man on his shoulder like it was nothing.