Asking for beating

Summer City. The name implies in the heat of summer all years, but the cicada never stopped ringing. Fertile land outside the city, farmers used their energy to labouring. A warm picture of peaceful.

One the farmer wipe his sweat, " ohh.. another day, another food " smiling naively, he's continued his works.

Inside Summer City, pedestrian and hawking from the stalls describe how noises can be seen.

At the east side of the city, Huahong Street. Wu Zhong and his lackeys walking from shop to shop. River Gang's members will be seen at any shop of selling herbs, armory and others necessities products.

They seemed in hurry, each of them will have bag of cloth full of things on their back. Carrying each of this will put tremendous pressure for a normal person, but for a Martial Artist especially a man like Wu Zhong, it's easy and normal. A path of cultivation is full of hardship however.

" This is problematic. "

Huo Zue shook his head. He's one of Wu Zhong lackeys. This time assignment is difference from the usual. After his boss returned from headquarters, he began to ordering all his subordinate to search and buy all necessities that only usefull for basic needs in mortal world. Example, this high grade kettle, spoon coat with golden hue, a cup with sparkling stones in it's handle.

He's almost thought, the city lord ordered this.

" Mm .." A deep voice echoed from the front of the line.

Wu Zhong turned around and looked at the person who stoped in his track.

" These things are easy to come by, but hard to find ". Huo Zue spoke as he nodded. He's doesn't aware of the surrounding situation at all. In trance, he stoped walking and continued murmurings.

" Boss! can l slap him to death? ". A man wearing bandana on his head asked.

" Why he's doing it again...ugh..l want to kill him so bad ".

" Shit! strip him naked, and send him at the man's love brothel! "

" Ugh..."

One by one, every member of the gang shouting about killing, selling, humiliation and hopelessness.

Hearing his subordinate swearing. Wu Zhong smiled bitterly. The reason of this amount of hatred is all because of Huo Zue weird dilemma. He's will stopped even in the middle of street after he use his brain for something.

Because of that, when in war with other gangs, he will be vulnerable to death. Afterwards, because of protecting Huo Zue, the scar on his face will always make all the members feel of how incompetence this one is.

" Keep moving " This time Wu Zhong patted Huo Zue's shoulder. Waking him up from his trance.

" Ah..I.. I'm sorry leader! ". Knowing what had happened, Huo Zue put down the bag and knelt. Begging for forgiveness after his daylight mistakes.

" Hump! " The man with bandana coldy harrumphed.

" Sigh.. let's go ". Wu Zhong shake his head and keep walking.

They hurriedly followed Wu Zhong backs.

" Boss, can l ask you a question? " The bandana man nervously asked.

" Sure " Wu Zhong glanced at him and nodded.

Smiling, the bandana man asked " Are all normal weapons and kitchen stuff in headquarters has been broken? ".

" No " Staring straight ahead, Wu Zhong replied.

" Then...." Anxiety appeared at the man face. He want to say robbed, but that's will only make Chief's lose his face. A Ranked Martial Artist's silverware has been robbed clean? Isn't that asking for beating?

" Who's dare to steal from our lord!?. " A loud voices from behind, echoed through the surrounding stalls and pedestrians.

This time, a clearer black line appeared at the gang's forehead.