One Grin from the Psycho, and the Guy Dumps His Account

There’s a saying in the martial world: “Better to provoke the Southern Blind Man than the Northern Mute.”

But right now, Hei Xiazi, the Southern Blind Man, just wants to know whether getting bitten on the butt by a zongzi will make white hair grow there.

Zhang Qiling, the Northern Mute, watches the madman who’s claiming his commissions and using his face to swindle people. He silently swaps his Black Gold Ancient Blade for an axe. He’s decided to abandon this account.

The madman blinks his silver-white eyes and smiles innocently. “Little brother, if you don’t want this account, I’ll gladly take it. From now on, the martial world can call me the ‘Crazy Northern Bite Family Bucket’!”

A little zongzi in a bright red bellyband sits on his shoulder, nodding frantically. “Right! I’m Pro Max!”

Meanwhile, Xie Yuchen, head of the Xie family, touches the split in his lip, shaking with rage.

What he doesn’t know is that the person who bit him is crouched at the mouth of an alley, savoring the taste...

“Like a little cake, soft and fragrant... I couldn’t bring myself to bite hard.”

Some people are ones you hope don’t die, but you definitely don’t want them bouncing around alive and well.

For example, Zhang Wujiu.

And the “little cakes” he has set his sights on.