Zhang San nodded slightly.
Seeing Zhang San nod, the martial artist who had just spoken let out a sigh of relief, feeling that having dared to "speak out for justice" in front of the leader of the Town Martial Office, they would have something to boast about after leaving the Dragon Serpent Gang.
Spurt—
Suddenly, Zhang San drew his Horizontal Blade and slit the throat of the self-satisfied martial artist.
The martial artist's eyes bulged, not understanding why Zhang San had nodded to his words moments ago, only to...
Zhang San sighed helplessly and said, "Don't hold a grudge against me; if you must blame someone, blame your parents. After all, even if they didn't kill you with their own hands, they're still related to your death! If it weren't for them giving birth to you, how could you have been killed?"