The shadowy figure glanced at the money and couldn't help but swallow. 'Sure enough, if you want to make a quick buck, you've got to resort to robbery...'
'Ahem, I mean, serving justice!'
He didn't respond to the wide-nosed young man's words, instead reaching straight for the medicine bottle.
Just as his hand touched the bottle, when he was barely a foot away from Brother Hu, a cold glint of light flashed from Brother Hu's hand, stabbing straight at the shadowy figure.
Brother Hu, who had been begging in terror just moments before, suddenly had a ferocious look on his face.
"Die!"
Brother Hu was a Third-level Martial Artist, after all. At such close range and with the element of surprise, even a Martial Artist two levels higher might have fallen into his trap if caught off guard.
