Chapter 54 (1/2)

Seeing the four or five men enter the Old Crow Inn, the Mono-eyed Bruiser behind the counter narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man in the front with a faint trace of resentment.

The youngster was of a skinny build with long narrow eyes. He wore a fur robe, creating an air of grimness and unruliness.

“Wu Jie, what are you doing here?”

The Mono-eyed Bruiser asked in a suppressed tone.

At this point, the previous buzz and excitement in the hall vanished. All the diners and the drunkards looked stiff, as if they were rather afraid of the young man named Wu Jie.

In Green-sun Tribe, “Mad-dog Wu Jie”, backed by the Wu Business, was notoriously famous for his extreme brutality and craze for killing.

Over the years, Wu Jie had killed at least a hundred people, and offended even more. But because of the Wu Business, he was still at large.

For example, it was Wu Jie who brutally dug out one of the Mono-eyed Bruiser’s eyes with his fingers two years ago.

Wu Jie grinned and said, “Mono-eyed Bruiser, you’d better sit tight. I’m only here to take someone away.”

Saying that, he turned around and asked one of his henchmen, “Which room is that boy in?”

“Southwest corner of the second floor!”

“Let’s go.”

Unhurried, Wu Jie went upstairs with both hands tucked behind his back.

Watching the group of them swagger by, the Mono-eyed Bruiser’s expression twisted with mixed emotion, but in the end, he didn’t utter a word.

Soon, the Mono-eyed Bruiser realized something and looked up, the image of a handsome and warm young man rising before his eye.

“The boy is obviously not simple. Pity he offends the Mad-Dog, Wu Jie. I’m afraid he will be dead soon.”

The Mono-eyed Bruiser drank a glass of wine and sighed pitifully.

Mad-dog Wu Jie, a man who reached fourth level of Martial Realm, was not one of the mightiest in Green-sun Tribe. But with Wu Business behind him, and because he only killed ordinary beings and never dared to pick a fight with powerful figures, so far no one could do anything about him. The diners in the lobby on the first floor apparently realized that Mad-dog Wu Jie was there to deal with the young man and they couldn’t help but talk about it.

“In my opinion, apparently this is the first time for the young man to enter the Green-sun Tribe. The huge bag he carries is obviously valuable but unfortunately, the notorious Mad-dog is after him, leaving him no chance of survival.”

“Unfortunate? Aren’t you drooling? Previously I saw you coveting the ‘little fat sheep’ and trying to take the chance!”

“Hmm! I’m not the only one. Who in this hall is not drooling over the ‘little fat sheep’?”

The expressions on the diners faces varied, more or less with some regret, not for Lin Xun, but for the fact that this “fat sheep” would be eaten by a mad dog.

During the discussion, the door of the room at the southwest corner of the second floor was opened. Wu Jie and his party walked in. The door was closed again, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

“Fatty Shiao, why are you back?”

The Mono-eyed Bruiser saw Fatty Shiao, who had left before, return together with four people.

After getting a clear view of the four people behind Fatty Shiao, the Mono-eyed Bruiser’s expression turned weird. These four were all vicious people who lived a violent bloody life in the Green-sun Tribe.

But compared to Mad-dog Wu Jie, the four were not even a match.

Fatty Shiao smiled proudly and whispered in a low voice, “I think about it over and over, still unwilling to just watch a fat sheep pass by without taking a bite. So, I invited some friends to join me.”

The Mono-eyed Bruiser sneered, “You’re too late. Some early bird already got the worm.”

Hearing that, Fatty Shiao’s expression altered drastically, “Who’s so fucking villainous?”

Just as the Mono-eyed Bruiser was about to say something, there came a loud bang in the lobby.

From the opened door of the room at the southwest corner of the second floor, a dark shadow flew out and smashed into a table on the first floor, shattering cups, plates, kettles and tables and startling several drunkards at the table so much that they nearly fell to the ground.

Several screams rose up, turning the scene into total chaos.

The man was one of the subordinates of Mad-dog Wu Jie, who was now dead with a broken neck and bulging eyes full of horror. Seeing that, the whole hall fell into a dead silence.

Who would have thought it was Wu Jie’s subordinate!

Fatty Shiao’s face suddenly changed and he knew right away who the man before him was. What he didn’t expect was that the dead body thrown downstairs was not “the little sheep”!

Also astonished by this, the Mono-eyed Bruiser could not help but look at the room at the southwest corner of the second floor.

Bang!

At almost the same time, another corpse was thrown downstairs. It was also Wu Jie’s subordinate. The crowd broke out with another burst of screaming and everyone was terrified.

This one died in an even more horrific way, arms twisted like fried dough twists and chest collapsed as if trampled by a wild bull.