Brother Hu stared coldly at Yin Dang, who was pretending to act calm, and sneered.
“You’re an exorcist, aren’t you?”
“Exorcist? What exorcist? I don’t get what you’re talking about,” Yin Dang said with a shrug.
“Kid, drop the act. About that mess at the Ma Family Restaurant—don’t get involved. I’m not Wu or Master Wang; I’m not that easy to push around. I can beat exorcists too.” Brother Hu flexed his muscular arms threateningly.
At that, Yin Dang stopped smiling and said evenly, “So you already know, huh? Tch, that’s no fun. I was planning to keep pretending a bit longer, but I guess I can’t now. Fine then—where’s the greedy ghost you’ve been feeding?”
“Heh, you think I’d tell you?” Brother Hu replied coldly.
“Oh really?” Yin Dang smirked wickedly. “So you’re saying I’ll have to use
