They soon followed the men and arrived at a private room, where one man had his feet up on a table, smoking something from a pipe.
"Kid. Have you been well?" the man suddenly asked, glaring intently at Huo Jian.
"I have."
A low chuckle slipped from his lips. "Alive and different… all while standing here. Seems like you've forgotten your place."
His gaze hardened. "So? Did you think you could take what's mine and walk in here without any repercussions?"
"Hm? What did he steal?" Wu Zhe interrupted, genuinely curious what Huo Jian done.
The man's eyes snapped toward him. "Who the fuck are you? His father? What, did this bastard's old man finally come back?" he sneered.
"You could say that," Wu Zhe replied calmly.
"Funny bastard, aren't you? Well if you want to know, this bastard stole the carcasses I commissioned!" the man suddenly shouted, hurling an ashtray across the room.
"You mean the corpses in the cave?" Wu Zhe asked casually.
