Shiwu had been unwilling to leave so easily, not after he’d finally managed to snatch away Shen Jiu’s territory. He yelled angrily, “What gives you the right to kick us out—” He’d wanted to finish with, “You don’t own this street,” but then that youthful young master waved his hand. A dark shadow descended, slashing a bloody whip mark onto Shiwu’s face.
