Chapter 872: Bad News Kept Rolling In

"As you were." Under a barrage of stunned stares, Frank Yale gave a casual wave, slung Xue Lin over his shoulder, and sauntered out of the tavern. Two or three seconds later, he doubled back, put on a serious face, and addressed the room. "Do me a favor and pass a message to Bloodlust Hall. Tell them to get the money ready. I'll come collect when I find the time." With that, with a swish of his robe, he vanished. A few moments after he left, the patrons finally looked at one another. "By my reckoning,...