But it didn't yield a single point of Merit, so he hadn't bothered with it since.
The only reason he stopped and walked in now was because he knew the person being beaten.
"Don't bother struggling, Li Shifan. I know you've been cozying up to an Outer Sect senior brother. You must have hidden your things somewhere. Just hand them over.
If we don't get what we want today, you're not leaving this alley." As the three of them beat the man, their leader, a servant, spoke.
That's right. The one currently being beaten to a bloody pulp was none other than Li Shifan, the same person he had traded with before.
Since Zhang Deming had, in a way, taken advantage of him, and because the man gave off a strange vibe that Zhang Deming couldn't quite place, he had decided on a whim to step inside.
Looking at Li Shifan, who was already beaten half to death and stripped nearly bare, Zhang Deming shook his head. 'Looks like he hid the Spirit Stones beforehand.'
'Is that smart, or just stupid?'
