The surrounding men in tight black outfits were stunned for a moment, then they all crowded around, their eyes blazing with desire.
One of them, a pockmarked man, licked his chapped lips and reached for the booklet, only to have his hand slapped away by the lean man.
"Don't fucking touch it!"
The lean man clutched the booklet tightly to his chest, his voice raspy.
"All of you, listen up. If anyone dares breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll skin them alive!"
The black-clad men nodded hastily, their eyes filled with avarice. They were completely unaware that dozens of yards away, behind an ancient tree, a pair of eyes was quietly watching them.
'A Grandmaster Technique from a Grandmaster's Tomb? Looks like good fortune has found me!'
Fang Han stopped hiding and stepped out from behind the tree trunk.
