Gu Jianlin bent down to pull out the dagger. Sounds of doors opening and closing blended with hurried footsteps and joyful whispers as people poured out of their rooms in the building.
"Quick, the fight might be over soon! I bet one hundred thousand yuan on Vulture!"
"One hundred thousand? Where the hell did a broke-ass like you get one hundred thousand? You didn't bring your wife's medicine money, did you?"
"Nonsense. If Vulture wins this time, I can change wives. If he loses, I can still change wives."
"Fair point! Damn it, I should've swiped my dad's pension money to bet too."
Gu Jianlin silently stared at the dying middle-aged man on the ground. A pale Ghost Fire flared up in his raised right hand. He pressed his hand against the man's chest, extracting his Life Force.
At this moment, Gu Jianlin remembered what the little boy had said.
Everyone here is not worth your help.
