Making a Clean Sweep
Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations
A few minutes ago, the masked man had not been part of the crowd.
Previously, the contestants had been closing in on Zhao Yao, hoping to attack. At that point in time,the man had snuck away from the flat clearing.
"This should be it?" he thought, stopping by a tree with a large hollow in its trunk.
He then shouted, "Hello! Is anyone here?"
As his voice echoed through the woods, a shadow wormed out of the tree hollow and landed behind him gracefully.
The masked man spun around and found himself face-to-face with an alarmingly muscular man.
It was the Butcher.
"Is it my turn to shine?" he asked, smiling sweetly.
After being defeated by the Headless Horseman, the Muscle Society had fallen into Inspector Ho's control.
He could have thrown them in jail, but that would be a waste. These apostles were remarkably strong and could be put to better use.
So, Inspector Ho handed them to the Cat King of the West.