Mu Rongyun stood at the cave entrance, his hands naturally clenched into fists. Even though he hadn't witnessed the battle below with his own eyes, he could imagine in his mind the silent screams when bones fractured. Those "people" weren't incapable of calling out; the one making the move didn't allow them to utter a sound. Was this his anger?
Mu Rongyun lit a cigarette, a rich exotic aroma enveloping him. Upon arriving in the northern district, he immediately found the innkeeper, but didn't go looking for Wu Shuang thereafter; instead, he came here directly. He thought he had made a mistake. If it weren't for a moment of impulse, he wouldn't have discovered the bloodthirsty factor hidden within Xiao Lin's body, a missing part for him. Was this fierceness because of anger?
