"Looks like I don't need to step in. You can handle him on your own."
Zhu Huaishan walked out from the street corner, his face showing approval.
Wen Gensheng clutched his lower abdomen, looking up in pain. He shuddered. "Ma...ster?"
Zhu Huaishan didn't even glance at him, saying to Zhao Lin, "Although his Qi Sea is destroyed, most of his Power Realm cultivation still remains. Don't forget to sever the tendons in his hands and feet, too."
Upon hearing this, all the blood drained from Wen Gensheng's face, leaving it ashen.
The constables rushed over. With everyone lending a hand, they tied his hands behind his back and put him in shackles.
Zhao Lin felt that wasn't secure enough, so he had his men wrap him in another layer of rope, trussing him up like a rice dumpling before he was satisfied.
"Huh, isn't that the Shopkeeper of Yunlai Inn? Why's he being arrested?"
"You're late, you missed it. The Shopkeeper knows martial arts. He was just fighting the constables with a knife!"
