Afternoon.
Tiger Roar Martial Arts Hall.
"Poisonous Snake Young Master?"
Li Tianhu, dressed in a blue robe, sat in the garden pavilion, his brows tightly knit, baffled and lost in thought.
But—
The disciples of the hall: eight were killed last night, and another five were just reported dead, all with the Little Iron Snake mark of the Poisonous Snake Young Master left on their corpses. Everyone at the hall was on edge.
He had led people to investigate all day but had come up empty-handed.
"Master, bad news... There's just been another report, South City... four more disciples have died, all marked with the Little Iron Snake. It's the Poisonous Snake Young Master's doing!"
At that moment, Housekeeper Zhang Lin rushed over, stopping thirty feet away to bow with cupped fists, worry etched on his face.
"What? Four more are dead!"
"That bastard!"
