Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune: Starting with death row inmates

Seeing that the group had backed down, Shen Chen breathed a sigh of relief. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Then you may step back."

"Please, Mr. Shen, lend a hand. It'll give us an explanation to Boss Luo later." One of the leaders tossed down his knife, turned to Shen Chen, and said, "Consider it helping out, leave a footprint, okay?"

Shen Chen was both amused and exasperated that these bandits were all incredibly shrewd.

He nodded, then kicked the leader in the backside, leaving a shoe print: "Is that enough?"

"Alright, thank you, Master Shen." The leader who had been beaten thanked Shen Chen and then left.

The other leaders followed suit, either asking Shen Chen to cut their clothes with a knife or asking Shen Chen to punch them in the chest. In short, they wanted to create the illusion that they had fought hard to give Luo Xiong an explanation.

Fang Xue and Cui'er, who were inside the house, heard what sounded like fists and feet clashing outside, and their hearts jumped.

"What if Shen Chen gets beaten to death?" Fang Xue was uneasy. She had met Shen Chen before, and after all, he was just a scholar, and his martial arts skills might not be as good as hers.

Cui'er was also very flustered. She swallowed and carefully poked a hole in the window paper.

Through the hole, the two women saw five or six burly men gradually leaving the courtyard. Their clothes were tattered, and there were clear footprints on their buttocks. Meanwhile, Shen Chen, carrying a knife, was dressed neatly and moved with a dashing air.

Fang Xue's pupils suddenly contracted, her heart filled with shock: "This Shen Chen can actually defeat five experts at the Visceral Organ Realm, just how high is his cultivation level?"

"I thought he was a weak scholar who had never practiced martial arts. How laughable..."

Cui'er was also shocked. She knew that Shen Chen had only started practicing martial arts a few days ago and there was absolutely no way he could beat those burly men.

But the reality is right in front of us: Shen Chen managed to get those people to leave willingly.

"I knew I hadn't followed the wrong person. Master Shen is a capable and shrewd man..." Cui'er thought to herself.

Outside the courtyard.

"when!"

The broadsword drew a graceful arc in the air, leaving behind a few drops of crimson blood, like a fisherman raising his fishing rod.

Luo Xiong stumbled back two steps. A piece of skin on his arm had been sliced ​​off by Qin Pi, leaving a bloody and gruesome wound.

Luo Xiong, holding his knife to protect his heart, stared in utter terror at Qin Pi's mouth, only to see teeth as white as snow, as if newly born. He couldn't help but shout with envy and hatred, "Innate Realm! When did you reach the Innate Realm?"

"Go to jail sometime, maybe you can break through there too." Qin Pi grinned, his teeth shining brightly in the sunlight.

"Keep hitting me, I'll whittle you down." Qin Pi flicked his wrist, the blade spinning in the air before the tip pointed directly at Luo Xiong. "Kneel down and call me Master Qin, and I'll let you go."

Luo Xiong was caught off guard. His cultivation level was lower than Qin Pi's, and his combat skills were also weaker. If the fight continued, he would undoubtedly be defeated.

Just then, the leaders who had broken into Qin Pi's residence earlier came scrambling out, shouting in panic, "Boss Luo, it's bad! There's another expert inside, we really can't beat him!"

"There are more experts?" Luo Xiong's pupils shrank, and his heart began to pound.

Having lost both face and dignity, there was no need to stay any longer, so he immediately said, "Let's go."

Just as Luo Xiong was about to leave, a knife suddenly blocked his way.

Qin Pi raised his chin at him: "Hey, didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Qin Pi, do you really want to break ties with me?" Luo Xiong's eyes were bloodshot.

"What a joke! Didn't we already have a falling out?" Qin Pi nonchalantly pressed the knife close to Luo Xiong's cheek, his gaze dark as he looked at Luo Xiong: "Don't test my patience."

Luo Xiong's face was so dark it could drip water. He gritted his teeth, beckoned to his men, and instructed them, "Drive everyone away from here. Don't let them watch the show!"

After his men chased away the onlookers, Luo Xiong glanced at Qin Pi, gritted his teeth, immediately knelt down, and called out, "Master Qin!"

Qin Pi was finally satisfied. He waved his hand and said, "Get lost!"

Luo Xiong quickly got up from the ground and left Qin Pi's door with his tail between his legs, like a stray dog.

Shen Chen, who was standing nearby, had witnessed the entire scene. He laughed and said, "This Luo Xiong is quite the man; he knows when to yield and when to stand firm."

"Hmph, just a coward." Qin Pi scoffed. He frowned, recalling the few Luo Xiong subordinates who had scrambled out of the house in a disheveled state. "By the way, when did a master appear in the house? He actually managed to repel five martial artists at the Visceral Realm. His martial arts skills are almost catching up with mine..."

He immediately saw Shen Chen smiling and pointing at himself with his thumb.

"You? Brother Shen, don't make me laugh. Maybe you could do it if I gave you another year, but you have no chance of beating any of them right now." Qin Pi looked unconvinced.

"I never said I won," Shen Chen said with a faint smile. "Brother Qin, have you ever heard of the highest realm of martial arts?"

"What?" Qin Pi asked curiously.

Shen Chen said leisurely, "To subdue the enemy without fighting."

……

Luo Xiong stared at his five men with a gloomy gaze. They only had some marks on their clothes, and not even any flesh wounds.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Luo Xiong roared furiously. "You guys can call a clerk who's never practiced martial arts a martial arts master? Do you really think I'm stupid? Huh? I can't even snag a woman, how am I supposed to survive in this mountain stronghold?"

After a burst of roaring, Luo Xiong took a breath, drank some tea, and then cast a gloomy gaze at his subordinates: "Tell me, how did that guy surnamed Shen manage to get you all under his thumb?"

The group of people lowered their heads and remained silent.

"Speak, and I won't punish you," Luo Xiong said calmly.

Only then did the group muster their courage and slowly describe what had happened: "He held the knife to his own neck and said three sentences..."

Luo Xiong listened slowly, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Hearing Shen Chen's three sentences, he sighed deeply: "Even I wouldn't have chosen to take action back then, let alone you? Go back now, and remember to collect your money from Accountant Yang."

The henchmen looked ashamed: "We didn't do anything right, how dare we accept Boss Luo's reward?"

"Stop talking nonsense, go get your money after you've done your work," Luo Xiong cursed irritably.

After his men left, Luo Xiong pondered for a long time before opening a drawer. Inside were several official arrest warrants.

He flipped through them for a long time before finally pulling one out and placing it on the table. The wanted poster depicted a handsome young man with disheveled hair.

"Shen Chen..." Luo Xiong examined the wanted poster, let out a long breath, and muttered to himself, "I'll remember you."