Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Pushing open the wooden door of room 302 at the Golden Rooster Hotel, a gust of cold wind rushed in.

Xilun took off his snow-covered black trench coat and hung it on the iron hook behind the door.

Snow water dripping from the hem of the trench coat splashed onto the wooden floor, leaving dark water stains.

Very light footsteps came from outside the door.

"Sir, the hot water has been brought."

An Man's voice was very low and ingratiating.

Xilun opened the door.

An Man stood hunched over in the corridor, carrying a brass kettle.

Water droplets condensed on the brass surface, and hot steam rose from the spout.

Xilun turned to the side.

Anman immediately carried the kettle into the house and poured the hot water into the washbasin.

They moved swiftly, without spilling a single drop of water.

After pouring the water, he stepped back to the door and stood ramrod straight with his hands pressed against the seams of his trousers.

Even my breathing slowed down deliberately.

Xilun unbuttoned his shirt collar and glanced at him.

This kid knows the rules.

Don't look at what you shouldn't see, and don't ask what you shouldn't ask.

"Once you've established yourself at the dock, I can give you a hand."

Xilun was pondering this in his mind when he waved his hand.

"Go and rest."

"Yes, sir."

An Man bowed, withdrew, and closed the door behind him.

Xilun walked to the washbasin and immersed his hands in the hot water.

The water temperature stimulated the skin, dispelling the coldness from between the bones.

He scooped up some water and splashed it on his face.

He vigorously rubbed his cheeks and neck with a towel.

The reflection in the mirror: pale, young, cold, and sharp.

I've finished washing up.

Xilun changed into a clean coarse cloth shirt.

He had just sat down on the edge of the bed.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

There were three knocks on the door.

The sound is not loud, but it has extremely strong penetrating power.

Xilun paused.

His right hand instantly reached for the "pepper box" pistol behind his waist.

Press down on the hammer with your thumb.

He walked silently to the door and pressed his body against the wall.

"Who?"

There was a two-second silence outside the door.

"Mr. Celen, it's me."

A man's voice.

His voice was hoarse and tired.

"Kauro, the father of Kanavi."

Silen loosens the hammer.

He unlatched the door, and Carlo stood outside.

He was wearing an old woolen overcoat, with snowflakes falling on his shoulders.

His face was pale, but his expression was gentle.

He was a completely different person from the grumpy store manager he was in the supermarket last night.

"Sorry to bother you."

Carlo took off his hat and bowed slightly.

Xilun turned to the side: "Come in."

Carlo walked into the room and looked around.

His gaze lingered for half a second on the ironwood stake in the corner and on the "Basic Grammar of Classical Literature" on the table.

Xilun walked to the table, picked up the teapot, and poured two cups of hot tea.

The tea has a cloudy, dark yellow color.

He pushed one of the glasses toward Carlo and shrugged.

"I only have the cheapest weak tea here, please don't mind."

Carlo pulled out a wooden chair, sat down, picked up his teacup, and blew away the foam.

He took a big gulp, and the tea flowed down his throat.

"I used to drink this tea every day."

Carlo put down his teacup.

"I never get tired of drinking it."

He looked at the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup.

"This is the weakest tea that people at the bottom of society drink the most."

"It's filling, cheap, and has a fresh and savory flavor."

Carlo raised his head and looked directly at Xilen.

"I used to crawl out of the slums too."

Xilun pulled out another chair and sat down.

"What do you need me for?"

Xilun got down to business.

Carlo's smile faded, and his expression turned serious.

"The leader of the Razorfen Downs, Irma's uncle."

Carlo paused for a moment.

"He is a first-order extraordinary being."

"Moreover, the Razor Gang is backed by the New Righteousness Society."

Carlo stared at Xilen.

"You killed Irma, what are you going to do now?"

Siren leaned back in his chair: "I have my own way."

His tone was calm and even.

Carlo sighed.

He took out his pipe from his pocket, thought for a moment, and then put it back.

"It's a good thing that young people are energetic."

"However, I also have a solution."

"How about you listen to this?"

Carlo leans forward.

"I rarely contact my advisor, but we have a good relationship."

Carlo's voice was very low.

"I never ask anything of him."

"I'm willing to beg him just once for my son's sake."

Carlo looked at Xilen.

"I asked him to step in and let this matter drop."

Xiren frowned and put down his teacup.

"tutor?"

Xilun searched his mind for information.

Kanavi mentioned it last night.

During his training at the Metropolitan Police Department, Carlo received guidance from a powerful figure.

"Silver Lance Knight, Aldous?"

Xilun announced the name.

Carlo nodded.

Xilun tapped his fingers on the table, pondering what "erasure" meant.

"Lord Aldous only needs to say one sentence."

"The New Righteous Society would never offend a second-tier extraordinary being for the sake of a dead person."

He had heard Fester describe the power of a second-tier extraordinary being at the club earlier that day.

Ignoring the bullets, he snapped the gunman's neck in an instant.

If Oldesken were to intervene, it would certainly be a safe and reliable solution.

"Okay, thank you!"

Xilun agreed readily.

He couldn't be happier if it saved him the trouble and allowed him to focus on gaining experience.

Carlo's tense shoulders relaxed.

He picked up the pipe again and fiddled with it in his hands.

"I thank you for taking care of my son."

Carlo's voice became hoarse.

"Over the years, my focus on him has been too one-sided."

"All they know is to force him to practice martial arts and force him to take the Metropolitan Police Department exam."

Carlo chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"My son and I had a talk last night."

Carlo looked at Xilen.

"This time, please let me, as the father, do my part."

Xilun dared not accept the courtesy and stepped forward to help him up.

Carlo did not insist on bowing; he sat back in his chair and looked around the hotel room.

His gaze fell on the holster at Siron's waist.

"I'm just curious."

Carlo opened his mouth:

"You were in the bar, what made you think of handing the gun to Kanavi?"

"You probably didn't know he was an exceptional marksman, did you?"

Xilun shook his head:

"have no idea."

He answered frankly:

"It's just that I'm a bad shot."

Xilun raised his right hand and made a fist.

The joints made a crisp cracking sound.

"Besides, the gun occupies one of my hands."

Xiren looked at his fist.

"It's not advisable to go all out."

In the confined space of close-quarters combat.

The destructive power of the Bone-Crushing Fist is greater than that of a smoothbore musket.

Carlo nodded.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a black card from the inside pocket of his coat.

The card has a metal edging.

He pushed the card in front of Siron.

"I have a membership at a public shooting range."

Carlo pointed to the card.

"You can go there to practice your marksmanship."

Carlo added.

"With this card, bullets are half price."

Xilun paused.

His fighting skills have now reached the expert level, and he has also mastered the Bone Crusher Fist.

However, the shortcomings of firearms still exist.

In this steampunk world, a gun is definitely a good thing when you're seven steps away.

Especially when facing large groups of enemies.

But he needs to save his money to buy potion ingredients to break through to the first level of Baptism.

Bullets were too expensive, so he never went to the shooting range to practice.

Xilun looked down at the gold lettering on the black card.

[Bauhinia Training Ground]

He extended two fingers, pressed down on the card, and dragged it in front of him.

"Thank you, I really need it!"

Carlo smiled, stood up, and put on his hat.

"Please accept this! It's a small token of my appreciation."

"Compared to your care for Kanavi, these things are insignificant!"

Carola opened the door.

"I will visit my mentor tomorrow."

"Wait quietly for my message."

Xiren put the card in his pocket.

Take care.

Carlo walked into the corridor and closed the door behind him.

The room returned to silence.