With all his strength! With a fierce stir!
Jiang Shu pulled out his dagger, swiftly slashed at the masked Martial Artist's neck, ensuring that he was beyond salvation.
Only then did he grit his teeth and search the body.
Two hundred silver notes, an iron plaque engraved with the character 'Yao,' and a worn-out manual on footwork.
Touching the streaks of blood seeping from his back, Jiang Shu took two deep breaths. He didn't have time to adjust his condition. He picked up the diamonds and the iron cudgel from the ground and, gritting his teeth, rushed back to his courtyard.
The exits of the black market were mostly hidden in the recesses of alleyways. The duration of his battle with the masked Martial Artist had already been quite long. That no one came was purely luck. If he had dallied a bit longer, it wouldn't have been so easy to extricate himself.
