Bang!
As the light exploded, Cicada Dust jumped onto the bookshelf and crouched, glancing at the short dagger blade in his hand with a rather unhappy expression: "No blood."
"Inspector Cicada, you're swindling money from us, and now you're attacking an old man like me at fifty-eight, is this good? Not very good, is it?"
The Grand Steward tore open his half-separated sleeve, revealing a strong arm with a fresh cut from Cicada Dust's knife. Strangely, no blood seeped out, as if it were merely a piece of wood.
Le Yin shook his head and sighed: "Raccoon Slave darling, you even failed at a sneak attack. Seems I've been spoiling you too much; as punishment, no candy for you today."
"Why shouldn't I have... fine, you love candy so much, someday, I'll choke you to death with it."
"Then you better remember, I like the honey melon flavor that Witch Love Guild recently launched."
Le Yin stood up and looked at the silent, corpse-like Number Two Masked Man.
