Fifth Guo was breathing heavily, never expecting that he would be outplayed by someone.
Meng Yunzheng fiercely drew his sword out, "Thanks for your trouble, all for nothing."
Fifth Guo stared wide-eyed as his body slowly fell backward, with a 'thud', his eyes wide open in death, unavenged.
Xia Yi walked over to Meng Yunzheng, glanced at Steward Guo, and asked, "What do we do next?"
Meng Yunzheng pondered, now that things had come to this, it was best to not let this black market exist anymore.
He asked, "About how many people are left in this black market?"
"Not many, probably around thirty people," Xia Yi thought for a moment, "With Fifth Guo dead, the biggest steward here now is Jiang Kuanyu. But the people under Jiang Kuanyu that were useful have all been bitten to death by beasts, so what's left in this black market is just a bunch of ragtag individuals, incapable of forming a threat."
