Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

As dusk dyed the sky amber, Zhou Xian walked on the cobblestone road in Bilgewater. When he passed the faded straw rope sign at the eaves of the rice shop, the night had quietly spread over the street, and the night lights lit up one after another, like crushed stars falling into the world.

After leaving Shadow Island, Zhou Xian's spiritual power, which was no longer suppressed, penetrated his body and enveloped the entire city. In a moment, every turn of the dark alleys and the outline of every building in the city turned into fine lines, which were transformed into a glowing three-dimensional map in his mind.

"It should be right here."

Zhou Xian looked up at the peeling red paint on the gate, and the copper bells hanging from the eaves swayed gently in the sea breeze. Although this three-courtyard house was not luxurious with gold and jade, it had high walls made of blue-gray bricks and stones, and the sea beast patterns carved on the lintel and the wave patterns on the drum stones on both sides, it was quite unique in this rough seaport of Bilgewater.

As Zhou Xian's fingertips touched the door knocker, a voice with the flavor of waves suddenly pierced the twilight: "Little brat, this is the territory of Scarface Tiger in Bigang! Get out of here as soon as possible if you want to live."

The voice carries the moisture of the sea breeze, like a dagger wrapped in honey, with an unquestionable sharpness hidden in the gentleness and charm, and the ending note is like a steel knife tempered with salt, tough enough to cut the cable.

Zhou Xian turned around upon hearing the voice. In the twilight, a hint of wine-red came through the air like flowing clouds. The woman approached with small steps like waves, her light clothes barely covering her exquisite curves, and the two guns on her waist swayed slightly with her steps, as if she had crushed the moonlight and attached it to her waist.

A few strands of wine-red hair were wrapped around the ends of her hair, making the red nail polish at the end of her eyes even more gorgeous. The corners of her lips were curled up in a smile, and the charm flowing in her gestures hid a sharp edge like a reef, just like a thorny rose standing in the bloody storm. Anyone who looked at it for a second would be hooked and pierced.

"These eyebrows... look so familiar."

Zhou Xian's pupils shrank slightly, and the sea breeze blew up the strands of hair on his forehead. Memories flooded through his mind like a tide, and the characters in the game gradually overlapped with the person in front of him.

With her iconic burgundy hair, the unique twin guns between her eyes, and the dangerous aura lingering around her, she is clearly Sarah, the "Miss Fortune" who terrifies countless pirates in Port of Piraeus and a well-known bounty hunter in this seaport.

"Sarah?"

Hearing this, Sarah raised her chin slightly, and a sharp light flashed in her phoenix eyes, like two poisoned daggers. She narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes locked on Zhou Xian like a hawk, and opened her red lips slightly, her voice carrying a bit of lazy alertness: "Do you know me?"

Years of experience of living on the edge of a knife had made her intuition as tight as a bowstring. The seemingly childish child in front of her could actually call out her name, which forced her to be on high alert.

"Everyone in Hong Kong knows the famous bounty hunter, Miss Fortune Sarah."

Zhou Xian spoke in a steady tone, each word clearly, and then listed all of Sarah's prestigious titles one by one.

"who are you?"

Sarah's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, and a cold light flashed in her dark pupils. She knew that in this mixed port, many people knew that she was a bounty hunter, but few knew her real name. What was the origin of this seemingly ordinary boy in front of her?
Zhou Xian raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his lips. He let Sarah's inquiring eyes pierce his back, but he just turned around leisurely and knocked on the mottled door with his bony fingers. The dull knocking startled the seabirds perched under the eaves, and they flapped their wings. Sarah frowned slightly, and the anger in her eyes turned into cold curiosity in an instant. She leaned against the stone pillar covered with oysters with her arms folded, and the scarlet skirt was lifted and fell by the sea breeze, like a dormant venomous snake, waiting for its prey to reveal its flaws.

After a while, the silent air was broken by the creaking sound of door hinges, and the dull sound of the iron ring hitting the door panel startled the wild cat at the end of the alley.

A sharp-edged head poked out from the crack of the door. The hideous scar at the end of the man's eye almost tore his entire face apart. His cloudy eyeballs were full of bloodshot, and he stared at Zhou Xian like an angry sea beast. His rough hands had grasped the scimitar at his waist without knowing when. The blade was half an inch out of the sheath, and the cold light made the corner of Zhou Xian's clothes tremble slightly:

"How dare you disturb Lord Tiger's peace, kid? If you can't explain why, I'll chop off your claws and feed them to the fish!"

Zhou Xian faced the cold and violent aura that was blowing towards him, his back still straight, and there was no fear in his dark pupils. He raised his lips and chuckled, his voice clear as a bell breaking the morning mist:
"I have heard that the 'Scarface Tiger' of Hong Kong is generous and kind, and I am in urgent need of cash flow, so I am here to ask to borrow 100,000 Hong Kong dollars. If you can help me, I will reward you handsomely in the future."

These words were spoken frankly, as if the person in front of him was not a ruthless character who could take someone's life at any time, but an ordinary shopkeeper doing business in a teahouse, which made Sarah, who was watching coldly from the side, couldn't help but twitch her lips.

Scarface Tiger is kind and generous? This is the first time she has heard such words in Piraeus. Even Scarface Tiger's subordinates would at most praise him for his bravery.

"Humph, so you're here to cause trouble!" A trace of ruthlessness flashed across the face of the ferocious fellow. He waved his hand violently, and the flesh on his face trembled. "Brothers, remove this kid's claws for me, and stew a delicious soup for Lord Tiger later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen thugs rushed out of the door like a tide. They were all ferocious, with ferocious smiles on their faces, ready to pounce on Zhou Xian, like a group of hungry wolves seeing their prey. The air was instantly filled with a strong murderous atmosphere. Sarah on the side raised her eyebrows slightly and stood with her arms folded with interest.

Zhou Xian couldn't help but shake his head slightly when he saw this, as if he felt helpless about the group of people's overestimation of their own abilities. He raised his hand slowly and waved it gently. In an instant, an invisible force swept out like a surging wave, and those thugs who were rushing towards him with great momentum seemed to be caught by an invisible giant hand and flew into the air uncontrollably.

Then, like puppets with their strings cut, they smashed the gate hard. With a loud bang, a huge hole was knocked out of the gate. More than a dozen people fell heavily into the yard, wailing and rolling on the ground in pain.

Sarah on the side couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly, and the indifference on her face was instantly replaced by a hint of surprise. She stared at Zhou Xian closely, with a hint of curiosity that was hard to conceal in her eyes.

"What the hell is going on?!"

The leading thug's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his mouth opened wide, as if he could fit a fist. He rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he was dreaming. The brothers had rushed towards the boy fiercely just a second ago, but in the blink of an eye, they were all lying in the yard wailing. He didn't see clearly what Zhou Xian did, he just felt an inexplicable fear rising from his feet to his heart, his legs couldn't help but tremble slightly, and the knife in his hand almost slipped.

(End of this chapter)