"What's wrong? Did that head sprout flowers or something? Can't take your eyes off it?"
Wu Shuo casually teased as he looked at Chu Mu, who was silent with his head down.
Chu Mu gave an embarrassed smile and held up the head. "I was just replaying the fight with that rebel in my head and got a little lost in thought."
"Heh..."
Wu Shuo chuckled, not calling Chu Mu's bluff. He glanced at the head in Chu Mu's hand, his expression approving. "Just four more heads, and we'll have to start calling you something else."
"It was a fluke. I wouldn't dare ask for more."
"HAHAHA! You little rascal, you're as cunning as a monkey!"
Wu Shuo laughed heartily and waved his hand. Without another word, he called out to the other Inspectors traveling with him, and they departed.
Chu Mu silently watched Wu Shuo and the others leave. After a moment, he finally turned his gaze back to the severed head in his hand.
'Selling it is obviously out of the question now.'
