Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

The sunset glowed like fire.

The once quiet Qingliu Lane has come alive again.

Inside the magpie's nest.

Sister Hua was settling accounts behind the counter, while the girls were getting dressed up.

Although a very important person died in the store last night.

But having been reduced to making a living through this line of work, they must continue their business as long as they are alive.

Moreover... everyone looked at the empty corner by the table.

Based on the prostitutes' understanding of foxes, these men were extremely cunning and cautious. Since the other party dared to make a move, they must have the connections to handle the matter.

"There shouldn't be any problems."

Sister Hua closed the ledger and comforted herself with a thought.

She looked up and said, "Xiao Liu, make a cup of tea for Master Yang, then open the door and get ready to welcome our guest."

"I can do it myself."

Old Yang took the teapot, somewhat embarrassed.

This title was completely foreign to him.

If it weren't for Lin Shu, with his crippled leg, he would have had difficulty even eating and probably would never have been able to afford a trip to Qingliu Lane in his lifetime.

You're too kind.

Xiao Liuzi ran quickly to the door and pushed it open halfway.

For the people of Magpie Nest, such days have repeated themselves countless times, making them extremely familiar.

They could almost guess who the patron would be, what he would say, and which girl he would choose.

But something seems to have changed tonight.

The tea in Old Yang's hand went from scalding hot to lukewarm, and the girls' expressions gradually became puzzled.

There were fewer pedestrians outside than usual.

That's alright.

Business is inherently unpredictable, sometimes good and sometimes bad.

The strangest thing is that Magpie's Nest is one of the most prestigious buildings in Qingliu Lane.

But these guests seemed to ignore the two-story building in front of them, not even glancing at it, let alone going inside.

"What's going on?"

Sister Hua finally couldn't hold back any longer. She stood up and simply pushed both doors open completely.

The girls rushed over and looked around.

Finally, everyone's eyes were focused on the alley entrance.

Several burly men dressed in short-sleeved shirts stood straight at the alley entrance, with a dark-faced constable standing beside them.

All guests who want to come in have to pass through them first.

Sister Hua's eyelids twitched, and her unease grew stronger.

She turned around and asked for help, "Master Yang?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Old Yang's teacup wobbled.

His face tightened, and after a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Okay."

Seeing Lin Shu's bravery, others would surely think that the person beside him was also quite capable.

Only Old Yang knew in his heart that he was a cripple.

But now that Lin Shu had brought him out of the southern suburbs, he was determined to do what she had instructed him to do.

Even if the alleyway is blocked, the message must still be sent out.

"Master Yang."

Jin Gui noticed his slightly trembling hands.

This prostitute was still screaming on the stairs last night. She knew she was going to die, but she didn't even dare to resist, which shows that she was cowardly.

But now, she bent down to help the old man pick up his cane and whispered, "I'll go with you."

Under everyone's watchful eyes.

Supported by Jin Gui, Old Yang and Jin Gui exited through the back door and limped towards the alley entrance.

……

At the entrance of Qingliu Lane.

Zhao Peng, accompanied by several junior brothers, scanned the passersby with a sinister gaze.

He glanced impatiently at the constable beside him.

If the other party hadn't been standing here for no apparent reason, this matter wouldn't have had to be so complicated.

They carefully selected a few men, originally planning to rush into the alley at night, break the fox's limbs before the Blackwater Gang could react, and drag him straight back to the martial arts school.

But it doesn't matter.

The young master died in the magpie's nest last night. As long as we stand here, no one with a brain would dare to step into that brothel.

If a fox can't even protect its own den, it's no good for the gang.

The other party will show up sooner or later.

Just then, Zhao Peng's eyes flashed, and he quietly took a step.

He was burly, yet his steps were surprisingly light.

"A cripple and a whore?"

Zhao Peng stopped the two people who were about to walk out from the corner, his eyes narrowed and a cold light flashed in them.

"..."

Old Yang and Jin Gui stopped in their tracks.

Even though they had mentally prepared themselves countless times, when they looked up at the mountain-like figure, their bodies still couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Sir, I'm old and frail, I really can't play for much longer. You continue playing, let this young woman take me home."

Old Yang's face was twitching, but he still forced a smile and showered him with compliments.

Because he had practiced martial arts, he was even more aware of how powerful the person in front of him was.

Judging from the skill displayed by the opponent as they approached, even several Liu Laosans combined would not be a match for them.

"Your words are so fake, and your smile is truly ugly." Zhao Peng reached out and slapped the cripple's face.

I heard the crisp sound of a slap.

Chang Yi opened his tired eyes and frowned slightly.

He was about to speak to stop him when he suddenly looked up and gazed into the distance.

"Does his smile look ugly?"

Curious inquiries came from above.

The faces of several disciples from Hongyun Martial Arts School nearby instantly turned cold, and they all looked in the direction of the voice.

The sickly-looking, handsome young man strolled casually into the crowd.

"Why don't you smile and show him?"

Lin Shu stopped in front of Zhao Peng and said with great interest.

"..."

Zhao Peng looked over expressionlessly.

He roughly guessed that this was the fox they were looking for.

The only thing I can't understand is why the other party dares to be so arrogant.

Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on Zhao Peng's lips.

There is indeed a constable nearby, but can this officer really protect you day and night?

"You'd better behave yourself..."

He snorted, and before he could finish speaking, the young man, who had been so relaxed just moments before, suddenly sprang to his feet.

Suddenly, his right arm shot out, his five fingers forcefully pressing down on Zhao Peng's cheek, slamming his entire head against the wall beside him.

boom!

The walls of Qingliu Lane were dilapidated and could hardly withstand such terrifying force.

It shattered on the spot, with cracks spreading out like a spider web!

"I'll make you smile for him."

Lin Shu's voice turned cold. While pressing down on Zhao Peng's cheek, she roughly dug her thumb into the corner of his lips and then forcibly pulled it upwards.

They were actually going to tear a gash right off his face!

"ah!!"

Accompanied by Zhao Peng's mournful screams.

His fellow disciples finally realized what was happening and subconsciously looked at Chang Yi beside them.

The constable didn't draw his sword immediately; instead, he seemed to be looking around suspiciously.

Seeing this, the group of warriors immediately clenched their fists and threw them at the sickly man.

"Insolence! Stop it, all of you!"

Chang Yi withdrew his gaze, and his long sword was drawn with a clang.

The old fox had put so much pressure on him last night that the moment he made his move, his first thought was what trick this person was up to now.

Before he could even take a proper look, he discovered that the group of people in front of him dared to use violence right in front of him.

"..."

Several arms, which had fallen with great force, hung in mid-air.

The group of martial arts students looked over stiffly with strange expressions.

No way, you can do that?!

Zhao Peng covered his torn face, his eyes blazing with fury.

But upon seeing the purple dragon on Chang Yi's clothes, he swallowed several mouthfuls of blood and waved his arm to stop his fellow disciple's actions.

The Blackwater City government office had many servants, but most of them were responsible for the affairs of ordinary people.

Those qualified to embroider the Purple Dragon faced either the ferocious wolves of the Blackwater Gang or many established and powerful figures.

In other words.

The constables in front of them were either grand martial arts masters who could project their inner strength, or cultivators who had officially entered the Qi Refining stage.

Given his young age, it is most likely the latter.

"There will always be times when he's not around... Let's go!"

Zhao Peng stared at Lin Shu with resentment in his eyes, left a vague remark, and turned to leave with the others.

"Tsk."

Lin Shu watched the group leave, then wiped the blood off her fingertips.

indeed.

There will always be times when I'm not around.