Chapter 5993

Jared watched without blinking.

Garth threw his head back and laughed, thick neck cords standing out like ropes. Wine sloshed down his chest, catching in the pale seams of old scars. Around him, two other cultivators roared at something crude, unaware that death had already stepped onto their street.

Monkey shifted from foot to foot. “Senior… how do you want to do this?”

Jared’s eyes remained on the second-floor window.

“Does he ever leave alone?”

Monkey swallowed. “After enough drink. He likes to stagger out first, show he fears no ambush. Says anyone stupid enough to try deserves to die.”

“Good.”