I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

A bald, burly man was seen kicking the old man to the ground.

The one who fell to the ground was Tian Fagu, the old temple priest of the City God Temple. Although he was lying on the gravel ground and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, he still stubbornly cursed, "You beasts! How dare you urinate in front of the statue of the City God!"

"You old geezer, how dare you meddle in my business? You're tired of living!"

You should know that this bald, burly man is Mo Huolie of the Fiery Fire Gang, and he is followed by four or five henchmen, each of them looking fierce and menacing.

The onlookers whispered among themselves, their faces full of sympathy, but no one dared to step forward.

"Old Tian is too stubborn; he even dares to mess with the Fiery Fire Gang."

"I heard that this group of people got drunk and started causing trouble. They urinated in front of the statue, and Old Tian saw them, which led to the commotion."

"Sigh, in this day and age, it's better to believe in your fists than in God."

Zhong Jiu's face turned completely black. His City God Temple had just been erected, and someone dared to act wildly in front of the statue of the god and even bully the "future official" he had appointed?

They're practically asking for it!

"There are gods watching over you! You may not believe, but you must not disrespect them!"

Old Tian struggled to his feet, trembling with rage. "Aren't you afraid of the City God's punishment?"

"Hahaha! To punish?"

Mo Huolie laughed as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, hugging his underling and laughing until tears streamed down his face. "Old man, it's the 21st century now! Still believing in these feudal superstitions? Go ahead and have your City God come out and beat me up!"

The onlookers also sighed. Everyone is afraid of evil spirits, but no one believes in "divine retribution" anymore.

"You...you will get your comeuppance!"

Old Tian was so angry that his lips trembled. His family had been temple keepers for seven generations, and this dilapidated temple was his life. Now that his faith had been trampled on, it hurt him more than if he had been beaten.

"Retribution? I'll show you what retribution really means!"

Mo Huolie grinned maliciously and swung his wrist toward Old Tiantou, his eyes filled with malice. In this era of social disorder, he had long since lost all sense of decency and was truly prepared to kill.

"Stop! How can you bully an old man!"

Wu Yuanying couldn't stand it anymore, so she grabbed a selfie stick and rushed over, bursting with a sense of justice.

Mo Huolie's eyes lit up the moment he saw Wu Yuanying, and he leered at her from head to toe: "Oh, where did this little beauty come from? She's really pretty."

The younger brother next to him quickly reminded him, "Boss, she's a streamer, she's live right now!"

"The streamer?"

Mo Huolie became even more excited, emboldened by the alcohol, and said, "Perfect, let your fans see how their goddess plays with me."

The live stream chat exploded, and the viewers were frantic:

"Danger! Xiao Yingzi, run! That's Mo Huolie from the Blazing Fire Gang, a notorious bully!"

"Call the police! Call the police quickly! I've already dialed 110!"

"Where's Zhong Jiu? Quick, save Yingzi!"

Wu Yuanying panicked. She had acted impulsively just now, but now, looking at Mo Huolie's lecherous eyes, she was so frightened that she took a step back.

Seeing this, Mo Huolie reached out and touched her chin: "Little beauty, don't be afraid, brother will love you..."

"Get your dirty hands off me!"

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

Mo Huolie's hand froze in mid-air. Before he could react, he was lifted up like a chick.

Zhong Jiu appeared behind him at some point, his face expressionless, but his strength was astonishing.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Mo Huolie flew out like a tattered sack, crashing into the temple wall with a "bang," howling in pain.

The movement was as fast as lightning, and Mo Huolie's underlings were stunned, unable to react for a long time.

Wu Yuanying's eyes lit up, and she almost jumped up to cheer. She had forgotten that she was accompanied by a ruthless person who could "smash a demon with one punch"!

The live stream chat went completely crazy, with comments flooding in faster than lightning:

"Holy crap! What kind of godlike speed is that? I didn't even see it!"

"The boss truly lives up to his reputation! He's skilled at fighting evil spirits, and even more ruthless at dealing with bullies!"

"Little Yingzi, quickly cling to the big boss's leg! That's true security!"

Zhong Jiu ignored the frenzied comments on the screen, walked over to Old Tian, ​​helped him up, and asked in a gentle tone, "Grandpa, are you alright?"

Old Tian was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhong Jiu, and suddenly felt that the young man's aura was very familiar, like... the incense smell in the City God Temple.

He shook his head and said gratefully, "Thank you, young man, I'm fine."

"It's good that you're alright."

Zhong Jiu turned to look at Mo Huolie, who had gotten up, and his eyes instantly turned cold. "You dare to act wildly in front of the City God and bully an old man? Do you really think there's no retribution in this world?"

"Who the hell are you? How dare you interfere with the Blazing Fire Gang's affairs! Cripple this brat!"

Mo Huolie fell to the ground, his back aching as if it had been branded with a red-hot iron. He vomited up all the wine and meat he had just drunk, mixed with bile, and his bones seemed to be screaming, "It's going to break!"

He couldn't swallow this insult. With bloodshot eyes, he roared out the order, looking like a wild boar that had been provoked.

Several henchmen immediately grabbed steel pipes and daggers from their waists and charged forward, howling. In the underworld, people rely on numbers to maintain their power.

But in Chung Kau's eyes, this group of people were no different from chicks rushing towards him.

boom! boom! boom!

Chung Kau didn't even move his feet. He raised his foot and kicked the opponent away with fluid movements, each kick landing precisely on the opponent's knee.

In just three seconds, several henchmen fell to the ground like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, clutching their legs and howling in pain, with steel pipes and daggers rolling all over the ground.

Wow! My husband is so handsome!

Wu Yuanying clutched her chest, her heart pounding so hard she felt like it would burst. She glanced furtively at the live chat; male fans were flooding the comments with "666," while female fans were collectively calling her "husband." Enraged, she cursed inwardly, "A bunch of lustful sluts!"

She quickly turned the camera away, preventing the audience from seeing Zhong Jiu's handsome face, but she couldn't help but steal a glance. Being in the right place at the right time, how could you possibly snatch such a hunky guy?

"My God! This guy's skill level is amazing! He's so fast I can't even keep up!"

The crowd erupted in gasps of surprise. Just moments before, they had felt sorry for Chung Kau for "getting into trouble with a bully," but now they all looked at him with eyes full of admiration, thinking, "This guy is awesome!"

Zhong Jiu ignored the crowd's astonishment, walked up to Mo Huolie, and spoke condescendingly, his voice carrying the air of a grim official: "The old man is right, there are gods watching over us. You may not believe it, but don't act recklessly here. Sometimes, retribution is faster than a delivery."

He wasn't just bluffing. With his words, an eighth-rank official, the retribution for these people was a foregone conclusion.

Mo Huolie then realized he had run into a brick wall, and his "flexible and adaptable" skills from his life in the underworld were instantly activated.

He scrambled to his feet, dusted himself off, and retreated to a safe distance before daring to reveal his menacing expression. Pointing at Zhong Jiu, he threatened, "Kid, so what if you can fight? You can't be watching over this old geezer 24/7!"

"Our Fiery Blaze Gang, with over two hundred members, is going to fight him to the death starting today! Within three days, I'll make sure this old bastard disappears from Guiling City, temple and all!"

After making those threats, fearing that Zhong Jiu would make another move, he led his underlings and ran away in a panic.

As soon as the group left, the onlookers immediately swarmed around them, all pouring cold water on their hopes: "You're doomed! The Fiery Fire Gang holds grudges the most; you're really in for it this time!"

"Mo Huolie is ruthless and vindictive; if you cross him, you'll never have a peaceful life!"

"Old Tian, ​​you'd better run! If you stay here any longer, you'll be dead!"

Wu Yuanying was furious: "He wouldn't dare kill anyone, would he?"

A middle-aged man in a jacket spoke with a grave expression: "Young lady, he really dares to do that. Mo Huolie has at least three lives on his hands, and he only managed to cover them up with connections before."

Several people echoed this sentiment, speaking with great conviction.

Wu Yuanying's face turned pale instantly. A pampered news anchor, she had never seen anything like this before and panicked immediately: "Grandma, you'd better hide! If you have nowhere to go, I'll arrange a hotel for you, and I'll cover the cost!"

Old Tian waved his hand, stood up shakily, and patted the dust off his clothes: "Thank you, young lady, I appreciate your kindness. I'm seventy years old, I've lived enough."

He turned to look at the dilapidated City God Temple, his eyes suddenly becoming incredibly resolute: "My family has been the temple keeper for seven generations; it's a mission passed down from our ancestors. My son passed away at the age of thirty, leaving no descendants. Once I die, the incense offerings of this temple will be completely extinguished."

"So I have to stay here and accompany the City God on his final journey. Let those thugs come if they want; I believe they'll get their comeuppance sooner or later."

These words stunned the onlookers, who then erupted into discussion:

"Has this old man gone mad? Risking his life for a clay sculpture?"

"Seven generations guarding a dilapidated temple, what else could it be but foolishness?"

"Don't say that, it's their faith. Seven generations have stuck to one thing, it's not easy."

Wu Yuanying's live stream room also erupted in controversy:

"The old man is too stubborn; isn't he just courting death?"

"I have great respect for it. It's so rare to find people who still value 'perseverance' these days."

"What's there to admire? This is just ignorance!"

Wu Yuanying had no interest in reading the comments; she was focused on persuading Old Tian, ​​but the old man was completely unyielding. Frustrated, she stamped her feet and turned to tug at Zhong Jiu's sleeve: "Say something!"

Zhong Jiu smiled slightly, his voice not loud but very clear: "I think the old man did the right thing."

The room fell silent after he said that.