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Inside the Pocket Dwelling, the gramophone puffed out little clouds of steam, humming merrily as it slurped up souls.
On the second floor of the wooden hut, Li Banfeng held a mop like a weapon and glumly scrubbed the floor. The blood was dark, sticky, and stubborn, refusing to come off no matter how hard he tried.
Among the four intruders, only the leader had shown any decency. He was the only one who didn't stain the floor with his blood.
Now that's what you call professional awareness, Li Banfeng thought. No wonder he was the leader.
After scrubbing away all the blood, Li Banfeng still had to deal with the pair of leather shoes.
The leather shoes were glued to the floor and not even a knife couldn't pry them loose. In the end, he cut off the uppers, left the soles behind, and covered them with a few bits of clutter.
According to Ma Wu, the gluey clay would dry in a day and a night. Once it dried, he would handle it properly.
Just as Li Banfeng finished tidying up, someone called from outside. He went downstairs and opened the door to see Landlord Wei standing outside.
"What are you doing here?" Li Banfeng asked. "The rent's not due yet."
Landlord Wei said, "Didn't I tell you before? You two don't need to pay rent anymore. I just heard gunshots and came to check if everything was alright."
Li Banfeng raised his brows in surprise. "Gunshots? You heard them too? I was asleep, got woken up, and thought I was dreaming. Who fired the shots?"
"I thought it came from your place," the landlord said quickly. "Anyway, as long as you're fine. Where's Young Master Ma?"
"He went to have fun at the Lucky Celebration Troupe's ca...
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