Outside the house, Zhao Tianhu heard Scholar Lv's gut-wrenching screams. He turned to Kui Sanjin dejectedly and said, "Sigh, there goes another one."
Before Kui Sanjin could reply, a short, chubby man nearby piped up, "Uncle Kui, a buddy of mine is said to have connections with the Astrological Bureau. Maybe we could..."
"WHAP!" Zhao Tianhu smacked him on the head. "Are you fucking stupid? Don't you know what business we're in? We're grave robbers! And you want to call the Astrological Bureau?! You want to bring them here so they can wipe us all out?"
Clutching his head, the chubby man retreated into the crowd, muttering resentfully, "They're not constables. It's not like they care what we grave robbers are up to..."
Zhao Tianhu's eyes narrowed. "If this doesn't work, then we'll forget about the Netherworld Artifact. We've already hired all these people. We've done all we can for Old Four."
