Who Would Dare Stop Me If I Were to Murder You?

The dim-lit night had started getting darker.

Diwu Qingrou stood beneath the shadow of a willow tree. His hands were crossed behind his back.

Young Master Yu's proud figure came out of the waning light. He suddenly jumped up, and flew out like a frightening dragon. He flipped midair once, and landed in front of Diwu Qingrou.

Diwu Qingrou was motionless; his eyes sparkled in the dim light of night.

"What's the matter?" Young Master Yu asked, "You come here whenever you like… do you think this place is a hotel?"

"This Great Zhao; this is my – Diwu Qingrou's territory!" Diwu Qingrou replied in a heavy tone, "Brother Yu, I have always treated your Dark Bamboo Clan with respect, and I've always helped you. However, I need you to do the same in return."

"Help you?" Young Master Yu snorted, "Who do you think you are?"