"Sixth Master, how can we just let it go like that!?"
The two ruffian lackeys asked, confused, as they followed beside Popei Liu'Er.
"Let it go!? Ptui!"
Popei Liu'Er spat a glob of phlegm directly onto the ground, a vicious glint in his eyes.
"I knew it! How could Sixth Master possibly let it slide after being humiliated like that!"
"No matter what, that kid is a temporary constable of the Garrison Commandant's Office. If we start a fight in his courtyard and things get out of hand, we'll be the ones to suffer! Instead of that, it's better to wait until tonight to settle the score!"
"Sixth Master, are you thinking..." One of the lackeys leaned in cautiously, making a special gesture with his hand.
Popei Liu'Er glanced back at the Chen Family's courtyard and let out a cold, vicious sneer.
'Just wait until tonight. You'll get what's coming to you!'
