The Poisonous Scorpions did not intend to waste any time on nonsense, and without warning, lunged at the two of them as a well-trained group. Zhou Zishu lifted his hand and slammed it down, flipping the small table before him, and took the chance to retreat swiftly. By this moment, it was already close to midnight; a dull ache was starting to form in his chest. He did not try to endure it, making a wise decision not to chance the odds, and told Wen Kexing, “I’m leaving this to you.”

Then he executed a feint to dodge a Poisonous Scorpion, leapt out of the window, and fled.

Wen Kexing grimaced; for the first time in his life, he was cleaning up someone else’s messes. Upon seeing that Zhou Zishu had disappeared out of sight, he instantly stopped being merciful. He struck out, and a Scorpion in front of him was drained of all life and blood by his single palm strike--in a split second, the portion of bared skin on the Scorpion's face swiftly greyed and withered, his eyes bulging out of his sockets, and looked as though he had become a desiccated corpse.

The man was dead.

Wen Kexing looked at his own palm, and sighed gently. “We were only playing a small trick, Scorpion-xiong, why be moved to anger?”

The head Scorpion calmed down, and raised his hand to halt his Poisonous Scorpions. Eyeing Wen Kexing guardedly, he asked, “Who are you?”

Wen Kexing flicked his eyes up to look at him, and said, “If you still do not know who I am at this point, aren’t the Poisonous Scorpions too useless?”

The Scorpion seemed to have realised something, and the corner of his eye started to twitch. Wen Kexing lowered his voice even more, as if he did not intend for anyone else to overhear, and said, smiling, “We are both of unorthodox and demonic paths. Why cause trouble for each other?”

He turned around to leave immediately once he was done speaking. Although this man was all smiles, his expression devoid of any visible evil intent, inexplicably, in that instant, he radiated a potent bloodthirstiness that was difficult to overlook. Astonishingly, the swarm of Poisonous Scorpions was forced back by his aura--not a single one of them dared to step forward and detain him.

The Scorpion suddenly called out to him, saying, “Don’t you want to know who paid for those suicide warriors…”

Wen Kexing looked back at him, and said, “Many thanks, I’ve mostly figured it out.”

He leapt out of the window too, and chased after Zhou Zishu. In a blink of the eye, there was no trace of him, but the words that he murmured stayed where he had been: “If I'm stupid enough to be unable to figure it out until now, won’t I have been already flayed alive by those minor ghosts predatorily eying my position?”