"Steal?"
Fang Qingyu was a bit startled as he listened.
"Steal from people from other martial arts halls?"
"No, no."
Old Qiao shook his head like a bell.
"I shouldn't be telling you this so early, but since you've chosen to continue on the martial arts path, you'll have to understand them sooner or later."
With that, Lv Chen handed him a tablet from the side.
Fang Qingyu took the tablet, and a suspicion suddenly formed in his mind.
He clicked play.
The beginning of the video was a bit shaky, like it was shot with a handheld device.
The background was an alley in an old part of town at night, with the streetlights flickering due to poor connection, and a thin layer of mist hung over the wet ground.
A man in a hoodie stood with his back to the camera, his right hand hanging by his side.
Dark liquid was dripping from his fingertips, creating tiny blood flowers on the cement ground.
Suddenly, the camera shook violently.
