The cloaked figure raised a hand and slowly pulled back his hood, revealing a weather-beaten face.
A hideous scar ran from his left brow bone straight down to his jaw, like a centipede coiled upon his face.
His gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, suffused with the brutish, savage air of one who had spent years licking blood from a blade.
This man was named Huang Kui. Publicly, he was the leader of the Blood Wolf Thieves of Black Cloud Ridge, but in reality, he was a hidden pawn the Lin Family had planted years ago, living under a false identity.
"Patriarch."
Huang Kui spoke, his voice as hoarse as coarse sandpaper rubbing together.
"What was so urgent that you summoned me back? The new year is approaching, and there are many matters to attend to at the fortress. I can't be away for long."
"I called you back to kill someone."
A cold glint flashed in Lin Yaotian's eyes. He wasted no time on pleasantries and got straight to the point.
