Edward Sutton’s lips curved into a gentle smile as he softly said, “Grace be good, in a bit your brother will take you to eat something delicious.”

　　In this life, Edward Sutton had a decent appearance—a delicate youth of sixteen or seventeen. Although not extremely handsome, his smile was very pleasant.

　　“Mm, Grace will be good.” Grace Sutton nodded vigorously, secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

　　In the past, her brother would always take her to eat the offal noodles made by Granny Wang at the street corner, but lately, he hadn’t taken her there for a long time.

　　“Huh? Edward Sutton, you’re actually not dead yet? You sure are lucky.”

　　Two men wearing clean, neat short martial outfits, with a flying eagle embroidered on their chests, swaggered over, their faces showing a look of surprise.

　　Edward Sutton looked at the two coldly. He wasn’t unfamiliar with them—in fact, just three days ago, they were brothers fighting side by side!

　　The Flying Eagle Gang was one of the three gangs and four societies in Changning Prefecture. Besides the gang leader, there were three hall masters.

　　Below the three hall masters were more than a dozen big bosses and over fifty small bosses.

　　Last time, during the fight with the Green Bamboo Gang, the big boss had given the order: whoever killed the most people this time would become a small boss and be able to manage a street.

　　Although Edward Sutton was young, he truly had some brute strength. Relying on his ruthless moves and fearlessness, he killed three Green Bamboo Gang members right away, instantly intimidating the opposition.

　　But unexpectedly, in the end, the one he regarded as his big brother, David Lewis, suddenly withdrew with a few others who had fought alongside him, leaving him alone to be surrounded and beaten to death by the Green Bamboo Gang.

　　“David Lewis is a small boss now? Doesn’t he feel the seat’s too hot, getting it by betraying his brothers?” If Edward Sutton hadn’t been betrayed, with his battle achievements, he would have become the small boss.

　　One of them shrugged and said, “Edward Sutton, you were too much in the spotlight. You killed the most people in that fight. If you didn’t die, Third Brother wouldn’t have become the small boss.”

　　“Heh.” Edward Sutton suddenly let out a light laugh. For some reason, the two of them felt a chill run through their bodies when they heard Edward Sutton’s laughter.

　　“Ever since I joined the Flying Eagle Gang, I’ve been following David Lewis. All these years, I’ve always treated him as my big brother! Even if I had the most battle achievements in the end, I was planning to give the small boss position to him!”

　　“Heh, you can know a person’s face but not their heart. Only the dead are truly reliable.”

　　The other man drew the dagger at his waist and said viciously, “Old Fourth, what are you wasting words with him for? While this kid is seriously injured, let’s just finish him off!

　　Him being alive is always bad for Third Brother’s reputation. And that little sister of his—even though she’s young, selling her to Yangzhou as a servant girl could fetch a few taels of silver!”

　　Seeing him draw his knife, the passersby from Changle Lane weren’t surprised at all. Instead, they stopped to watch with interest.

　　The jianghu is just this cruel, especially for those like them who came from the slums.

　　Every day, there were gang members fighting or even killing each other. One or two deaths were nothing—just worthless lives. The authorities couldn’t be bothered to care.

　　Edward Sutton staggered to his feet, his body still somewhat weak.

　　“Grace, close your eyes.”

　　Grace Sutton looked at Edward Sutton worriedly. She knew what her brother did, but she still obediently closed her eyes, because she trusted him.

　　That man sneered disdainfully, “What, you still want to fight? In your current state, do you still think you’re the same Edward Sutton who could take on three strong men alone and not lose? You don’t even have a weapon—what are you going to fight me with? That scrap of iron in your hand?”

　　“It’s not a scrap of iron. It’s a sword.” Edward Sutton’s tone was incomparably calm, as if stating a fact.

　　“That thing counts as a sword? Hahaha! Don’t make me laugh!”

　　“If it can kill, it’s a sword!”

　　Edward Sutton’s left hand suddenly moved. With one thrust, that ridiculous scrap of iron was already embedded in the man’s throat.

　　Jing Wuming’s sword was a sword for killing! No fancy swordplay, only the simplest killing techniques.

　　His sword wasn’t martial arts, just pure killing skill!

　　Edward Sutton slowly pulled the sword out from the man’s throat. The rusty scrap of iron was now stained with blood, looking strangely alluring.

　　Now, everyone believed that what Edward Sutton held was indeed a sword—a sword that could kill!

　　A trace of blood-red flashed in Edward Sutton’s eyes. For some reason, even though it was his first time killing, he didn’t hesitate at all. Seeing the spurting blood, he didn’t feel the slightest discomfort.

　　Perhaps it was because of the merging of memories from two lifetimes. In this life, although Edward Sutton was still a youth, his hands had already been stained with blood.

　　“Killing someone… seems pretty easy.” Edward Sutton flicked the blood off his sword, just as in his previous life—his own death had been just as simple.

　　Beside him, Old Fourth was nearly scared out of his mind.

　　He’d known Edward Sutton for years and knew he could fight, but he’d never seen such terrifying swordsmanship!

　　Edward Sutton had only raised his hand, and the sword was already in the man’s throat—simple, direct, and utterly terrifying!