Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

West City, Lanwa Lane.

The three-courtyard compound where the Vicious Dog Gang was located.

"Bang--!"

With a loud crash, a coffee table in the room was smashed to pieces by a large hand!

Wood chips flying everywhere!

On the main seat, a burly man with a face full of scars suddenly stood up.

He was Meng Hu, the leader of the Vicious Dog Gang.

Meng Hu's original name was Meng Ergou, but because of his fierce appearance and the three forehead wrinkles that formed a crooked "王" character with a long vertical scar, he was nicknamed Meng Hu.

At this moment, Meng Hu's chest heaved violently, his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes filled with bloodshot red. He stared intently at the four people kneeling below the hall and the corpse placed in front of them.

The corpse belonged to Wang Laizi.

But that face was so badly damaged that its features were blurred, as if it had been smashed by a giant hammer.

"waste!"

Meng Hu's voice was like thunder, making the entire roof beams buzz.

"They're all a fucking bunch of useless trash!"

He pointed at the noses of the skinny monkey and his companions and began to curse them.

"A leader was killed on his own turf!"

"You four grown men, you just stood there and watched?!"

"You sons of bitches have utterly disgraced me! You have disgraced the Vicious Dog Gang! You have utterly humiliated me!"

Skinny Monkey and his companions knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling like leaves, their heads buried tightly, not daring to utter a single word.

That fear came from the depths of the soul.

They witnessed firsthand how that man kicked Wang Laizi into the wall!

Seeing that the group remained silent.

Meng Hu's anger flared even more. He paced back and forth in the hall like a ferocious beast that had been provoked.

"explain!"

He suddenly stopped and kicked the skinny monkey in the shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

"Which blind bastard dares to touch my brother, Meng Hu!"

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Meng Hu's eyes as he spoke viciously, enunciating each word clearly.

"Tell me who he is!"

"I'll personally smash his bones one by one and chop his flesh into mud to feed the dogs!"

"I'll show him what happens when you mess with my Vicious Dog Gang in this part of West City!"

Skinny Monkey was kicked so hard he saw stars and lay on the ground. Hearing Meng Hu's harsh words, his face showed no excitement, but rather despair and fear.

He struggled to kneel back down, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Help...the gang leader..."

"That person...we...we can't afford to mess with him..."

"Bullshit!"

Meng Hu kicked again.

"In Blackwind City, besides those who are already dead, there are still people I, Meng Hu, can't afford to offend!?"

The skinny monkey was kicked in the stomach and spat out a mouthful of sour water.

He knew that if he didn't tell the truth, he might be beaten to death by the gang leader first.

"Boss... Boss, that person... that person is Lin Mo!"

"Lin Mo from Dingbei Prefecture!"

"Hmph! What kind of bastard is Lin Mo..."

Before he could even utter the word "west," Meng Hu choked it in his throat.

The air in the entire lobby seemed to have been sucked out all at once.

The ferocity and rage on Meng Hu's face solidified at a visible speed, and then shattered inch by inch.

Those large, coppery eyes suddenly widened, and the bloodshot veins inside not only did not decrease, but appeared even more terrifying due to their shock.

"Who...who!?"

The tiger's voice was dry and hoarse, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.

"You...you fucking say that again, Ding, Dingbei Prefecture...who!?"

Seeing the gang leader's deathly pale face, Skinny Monkey cried out.

"Lin, Lin Mo, Master Lin."

"That's the guy who wiped out the Green Dragon Society and the Black Tiger Gang overnight... Master Lin!"

"Gulp."

Meng Hu swayed, stumbled, and landed hard on his backside in the chair behind him.

"Click—"

The armchair suddenly let out a mournful cry as it could no longer bear the weight, and one of its legs snapped off.

"Thump!"

Meng Hu collapsed to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

But he was completely oblivious, simply slumped on the ground, his eyes glazed over, his lips trembling, repeating those few words over and over again.

"Lin...Lin Mo..."

"Dingbei Prefecture..."

"It's over..."

"It's all fucking over..."

……

A general store, a secret room.

Lin Mo leaned against the table, her head nodding slightly, her consciousness teetering on the edge of sleep and wakefulness.

Too much time had passed, and he dared not disturb Shen Qinghe, who was completely absorbed in her work. He was also bored out of his mind, and eventually his eyelids began to droop.

Just then, he felt a small hand gently push his arm.

"Husband...Uncle, I've successfully replicated it!"

Lin Mo jolted awake and suddenly opened his eyes.

What came into view was Shen Qinghe's pretty face, which was tired yet couldn't hide her excitement.

She held up a sheet of Xuan paper, like a primary school student who had gotten a perfect score and was waiting to be praised.

"Huh? So fast?"

Lin Mo rubbed his eyes and reached out to take the paper.

The handwriting on the paper was almost identical to that in the ledger.

No, they are exactly the same!

There is no difference in either the structure of the characters or the thickness of the strokes.

"Holy crap... a printer?!"

"Printed Chicken?"

"What kind of chicken is that?"

Shen Qinghe looked bewildered, her clear eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge as she gazed at Lin Mo's face.

"Is it... a kind of spirit bird that's very good at mimicking human speech?"

Lin Mo almost choked on his own saliva.

"Cough cough."

He cleared his throat and started spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"Pretty much. It's a mythical bird from my hometown that can perfectly replicate any picture or text it sees, hence the name 'Printing Bird,' or rather, 'Printer.'"

"Such a wondrous existence exists..."

Shen Qinghe nodded absentmindedly, as if she had already memorized this non-existent species.

Lin Mo's lips twitched.

Well, another one's been fooled.

He decided to quickly skip the topic to avoid making things more complicated by explaining it further.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic."

Lin Mo set aside the sheet of Xuan paper with its perfectly written characters and spread out a new sheet of paper.

This time, we used proper, special paper for writing secret letters.

"Okay, now I'll read it, and you write it down."

"it is good."

Shen Qinghe responded and picked up the ink stick again to begin grinding the ink.

This time, her movements were without the slightest hesitation, and that scholarly composure and focus returned to her.

This letter was meant to both deceive that old fox in the capital and buy myself as much time as possible.

The amount of information must be just right.

Lin Mo pondered this in his heart.

"Are you ready?"

"Um."

Shen Qinghe nodded.

"it is good."

"Look up and write only the word 'master,' the master's master."

Lin Mo leaned closer and began to dictate.

With a slight movement of her wrist, Shen Qinghe's pen moved swiftly across the paper, completing the work in one go, perfectly matching the handwriting on the ledger.

"text."

Lin Mo paused, organizing his thoughts.

"Report to my lord, the Thirteen Fiends of the Ghost Gate arrived in Black Wind City a day ago..."

Shen Qinghe's pen hovered over the paper, not immediately putting pen to paper.

She suddenly asked, "How was he feeling when he wrote these? Was he excited, scared, or... uneasy?"

Lin Mo was taken aback again.

Holy crap, is this professional?

He quickly retrieved fragments of Chen Guang's memory to try and understand his feelings at the time.

"I'm feeling uneasy."

Lin Mo answered.

"The Thirteen Fiends of the Ghost Gate act too ostentatiously, and he is worried that they will be exposed."

Shen Qinghe gave a soft "Mmm".

The next second, with a slight flick of the wrist, the pen tip gently landed on the paper.