1173 The Weak (2/2)
Tang Xiu's pace came to a halt and his eyes fixedly stared at her as he spoke in a deep voice, ”I'm neither a saint nor a god and naturally, I can't help everyone. But I got the ability and am willing to help any poor soul I happen to run into. The Chinese have an old adage which says that humans can help each other when the road is rough.”
”As in limited righteousness of a gentleman, huh?” asked Gong Wan'er.
Tang Xiu turned around and paced forward again. ”That's too narrow of an address. I just have a good intention and use it to save the poor souls I bump into. Gong Wan'er, I don't care what environment you used to live in before, nor do I care about your feelings now. But I'll make you remember one thing today. You need a very strong state of mind and heart if you want to reach further in cultivation. But conscience and some bits of virtuous mind are the bottom lines for those who are under my lead.”
Benevolent mind?
Tang Xiu's word kept echoing in her heart.
Prior to this, she only understood the principle that cultivation was like sailing your boat against the torrential current and one would definitely be left behind if they didn't advance. It was all the reason why she spent so much of her time in cultivation. Even when she met with injustice, she used a set of criteria to cope with the impact of the environment. She had always regarded that the world was a place where humans devoured their own kind and thus, she might die in the hands of others in the future if her cultivation was too low.
Tang Xiu then came to the front of this bunch of street gangsters. Eyes sweeping over the woman's teary face who was now currently wiping off the bloodstain of her mouth, he then looked at the red-haired youth and lightly said, ”Can you let her go on the account of my face?”
The woman looked up. Tears covered her eyes, but she could still see the masked Tang Xiu through the faint tears.
The red-haired youth squinted and pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. He took in some smoke in deeply and puffed it out as he asked with an ugly expression, ”Those who stick their noses and meddle in other's business usually end up tragic, Mister. You should know that. You want to stick your nose here, are you sure you can deal with the aftermath?”
”I'm a busy man, but I happened to bump into you, so I'll take it on,” said Tang Xiu. ”I don't care if that man owes you money or something else, but it's got nothing to do with the woman. I don't give damn care if you take this man off or kill him.”
The man was immediately furious after hearing his remarks and violently yelled, ”Who the f**k are you and where the hell did you come from, asshole? Scram! This is my f*****g business and my responsibility!”
The killing intention in Tang Xiu's heart got more intense, but he still ignored him. He kept looking at the red-haired youth and said, ”Street words say someone is responsible for every grievance and every debt has its own debtor. No need to involve a third party in the business. That man owes you the money, yet he paid it off with his woman? Don't you think it's way too excessive? Even if you're a gangster and even a member of some underground force, you should also be aware of our world's custom.”
The red-haired youth took some more puffs and replied in similarly fluent English, ”Just from what you said and the fact you make me stand here, I want you to leave. And lastly, let me tell you something: your words would have made me let her go had it been a few years back. But now, only money matters to me, nothing else. Just leave.”
”How much is it?” asked Tang Xiu.
The red-haired youth shot him a surprised look and slowly sized up Tang Xiu from head to toe, asking, ”Do you wanna pay it for them, by chance?”
”How much?” asked Tang Xiu again.
”10 million,” answered the youth.
”In Japanese Yen?” asked Tang Xiu lightly.
”You got it.” The youth nodded.
Scornfully looking at the suspicious man, Tang Xiu sneered. ”Heh, what a loser you are. Just 10 million yen or 100 grand US dollars, yet you can even sell your wife for that? You're really trash—a kind of garbage that wastes Earth's resources. You can just hurry up and find a place to commit hara-kiri.”
Having said that, he looked back at the red-haired youth and indifferently said, ”I'll give you 200 grand if you dare kill this trash for me.”
”Fine!”
A chilling light flashed in the youth's eyes. The moment his voice faded away, he flicked the cigarette butt to the man's face and his sharp dagger flashed and stabbed the man's chest. Everything was done extremely fast and he instantly pulled out the dagger from the man's heart and directly slashed his neck.
The killing was done in a neat and clean fashion.
Tang Xiu narrowed his eyes and even released his spiritual sense. Through a deep observation, he realized how indifferent the youth was. There was not even a slight emotional fluctuation coming from him when he committed such a cruel murder.
What a good seed for an assassin!
Tang Xiu exclaimed inwardly and asked, ”Do you have a Master or an employer?”
A Master?
The red-haired youth was shaken inwardly. As though realizing something, he turned to look at the seven other youths and said, ”Take the body away and pay attention not to be discovered by anyone! Quickly throw it into the sea and spare me the troubles later.”
”Copy that!”
The seven youths were obviously of the same breed. They quickly carried the dead body away and entered the van in the alley as they quickly left.