“I’m starting to get interested in this fellow now that I’ve heard what you said. I’ll be heading to the academy tomorrow to check him out myself.” Shi Kun gazed in the direction of the academy as he spoke. His tone was confident and composed, as if speaking of a trivial matter.

Snow hung her head in shame. It’s due to my incompetence that the young master has to make a move personally.

“Young master Sang is still waiting for me outside. I’ll speak with him now.” Shi Kun stood up to take his leave, but halted just as he reached the doorway. He turned to Mei Chaofeng. “What’s the name of your subordinate who lost seven-and-a-half million silver taels?”

“Plum Blossom Seven,” replied Mei Chaofeng fearfully.

Shi Kun nodded silently, then said calmly, “There’s no use keeping useless things by your side. Dice him up and feed him to the dogs.”

“Y-yes!” Mei Chaofeng’s heart chilled a few degrees. 

He knew that this was Shi Kun’s way of sending him an indirect warning, and it left him rather indignant. He was supposed to be the king of Brightmoon City’s underworld, a powerhouse possessing unquestionable authority. When had a youngster ever dared to threaten him like this before?

However, his immense displeasure dissipated as he saw the old man who followed Shi Kun out. Shi Kun was no threat to him—the youngster was unlikely to...