"Serves him right."
"Old Nine has done so many disgusting things. Breaking his arms and legs is just karma. It's what they call 'what goes around, comes around.'"
Lu Yuanbin didn't feel the slightest bit of sympathy for Old Nine.
The guy had no bottom line and no principles. It was only a matter of time before something happened to him; it had just come sooner than expected.
If it was really that Fierce Ghost, he felt like he would have to burn some incense and thank it.
His underling nodded in agreement.
"It does serve him right. All of Old Nine's men are terrified now. Plus, they've been collecting stall fees really aggressively at the black market lately."
The stall fee at Lu Yuanbin's section of the black market was twenty cents per person. Sometimes, if someone didn't have much to sell, he'd just charge them ten cents. Old Nine's side had always been thirty cents.
Lately, he'd gotten even more ruthless, raising the price to fifty cents per person.
