Poet Immortal, Poet Sage, Duke of the State!

Ruyi Tower.

The shop assistant ran all the way back to Ruyi Tower, leaning against the counter, panting as he stammered out the story of what had happened at the entrance of Qingshuangfang to Manager Sun.

Upon hearing this, Manager Sun's face was filled with disbelief: "What did you say? Those three hooligans were all taken down by that kid by himself!"

The man also looked shaken, nodding and saying, "Who would have thought that skinny kid was so strong? He took down those three in one move. Luckily, the little one didn't get out..."

Manager Sun's face darkened, but he quickly sneered and said, "We underestimated him. But what can he do, one person, even if he has some martial arts skills?"

He took two silver notes from the counter drawer, thought for a moment, then took another one and handed it to the shop assistant, saying, "Take this money, find some more men, grab some weapons, and smash up Qing Shuang Fang. If anything goes wrong, Ru Yi Lou will cover for you. I want to see how many guys that kid can take on by himself..."

The clerk took the silver note and asked, "Manager, with such a big fuss, what if the authorities..."

Manager Sun waved his hand and said, "I'm familiar with both the prefectural and county governments. If anything happens, I'll take care of it myself. You just need to go and handle it."

The waiter responded and ran out again.

Manager Sun sat back down in his chair. "A mere pawn dares to challenge Ruyi Tower? He's utterly ignorant!"

The waiter left Ruyi Tower, quickly crossed two streets, turned into a secluded alley, and stopped in front of a dilapidated teahouse.

More than a dozen shirtless idlers sat on the benches in the tea stall.

Upon seeing the waiters from Ruyilou enter, these idle men abandoned their lazy demeanor and sat up straight.

The middle-aged man with a scar across his face, who was in the lead, immediately stood up and said with a fawning smile, "Oh, isn't this Brother Liu? What brings you here today? Please, have a seat! Little Liu, what are you standing there for? Pour some tea!"

The waiter at Ruyilou Restaurant is surnamed Liu. He is usually ordered around by the manager inside the restaurant, but outside, people have to call him Brother Liu.

This simple teahouse was actually the territory of a small gang called the "Green Dragon Gang" in the southern part of the city.

The Green Dragon Gang wasn't a big force; it only had about twenty or thirty people who made a living by guarding other people's properties and collecting protection money.

Over the years, he has delegated many of the dirty and tiring jobs that Ruyi Tower couldn't handle directly to the Green Dragon Gang.

I originally thought that we wouldn't need to ask them to handle Qing Shuang Fang's affairs, but I didn't expect those three guys to be so useless.

But that's just right. The shopkeeper has to give three hundred taels, he'll keep two hundred for himself, and one hundred taels will be enough to treat these people.

Although Scarface wasn't a big name in the martial arts world, he was still a minor expert who had cultivated internal strength. With his gang of brothers, dealing with that guy would be a piece of cake.

Liu San sat casually on a long bench, crossed his legs, took a sip of tea, and then slammed a hundred-tael silver note on the table. With a stern face, he said, "Call all your brothers and go to Qing Shuang Fang on South Street. Smash the shop to pieces. Here's a hundred taels; take it and divide it among the brothers."

Scarface accepted the silver note without batting an eye and chuckled, "Brother Liu, you can rest assured about our work. Is smashing up the shop all we need to do?"

Liu San nodded and said, "Just smash the shop, and teach the owner of Qing Shuang Fang a small lesson too. Be careful not to injure or cripple him, or it will be hard to explain..."

That guy was, after all, the son of Minister Chen. Even if he was kicked out of the house, they couldn't go too far.

"Understood, understood!"

Scarface nodded repeatedly, turned to his gang behind him, and waved his hand, saying, "Did you all hear that? Grab your weapons and come with me to South Street!"

A dozen or so hooligans emerged from the teahouse, grabbed sticks leaning against the wall, and followed the scarred man, surging headlong toward South Street.

Inside Qing Shuang Fang.

After seeing off a group of guests, Chen Chang'an took a new batch of goods from the warehouse and placed them on the shelves.

He turned his head and saw Qing Shuang standing behind the counter, introducing Qing Shuang Dew to people in a very professional manner.

For Qing Shuang, who grew up in a military family and only knew how to wield swords, all of this was full of novelty.

Not to mention, with the explosive popularity of Qing Shuang Lu, she will have an endless amount of pocket money in the future.

Just thinking about it makes me even happier.

Having successfully sold two bottles of Qing Shuang Lu (a type of lotion), she tossed the money into the cash box, turned back to Chen Chang'an, raised an eyebrow, and said smugly, "How about that? I did a good job, didn't I?"

Chen Chang'an walked over and nodded, saying, "Not bad, you're starting to look like a manager."

Then, changing the subject, he asked, "If you run out like this, what will you do when you get back?"

Qing Shuang waved her hand and said, "We're already out, we'll talk about it later..."

Just as she was about to say something more to Chen Chang'an, a series of noisy footsteps suddenly came from the doorway.

Qing Shuang frowned and looked up at the door.

A man with a scarred face strode in, followed by a dozen or so shirtless men wielding sticks.

Upon seeing this group of fierce-looking hooligans, the customers inside the shop were so frightened that they all moved towards the back door, and those who were about to enter the shop were too scared to come in.

The scarred man pointed to the shelves on both sides of the shop and said viciously, "Brothers, smash it!"

The thugs behind him, brandishing clubs and grinning maliciously, rushed in.

However, they came in quickly and left just as quickly.

boom!

Boom!

Bang bang bang!

Chen Chang'an only saw a white shadow flash by, followed by a series of muffled sounds.

It wasn't until he saw Qing Shuang unleash her full power that he realized the scenes in Stephen Chow's "Kung Fu Hustle" were not exaggerated in this world.

Qing Shuang's kicks were incredibly fast, one after another, sending the few hooligans who rushed into the store flying.

The shop entrance was already narrow, and before the people behind could rush in, they were hit by the people flying out in front, and then they were all sent flying out together.

Chen Chang'an felt a sharp pain in his chest just from hearing the cracking sounds; these hooligans were probably going to break a few ribs.

In the blink of an eye, the space in front of the shop was cleared out, leaving only the hooligans rolling around on the ground outside.

The scarred man stood in front of the counter, his face pale and sweating profusely. The thick wooden stick in his hand clattered to the ground.

Brother Liu only told him that there was a troublesome man here, but he didn't tell him that there was also a fierce tigress here!

Qing Shuang was already furious after being locked in the study these past few days.

It's outrageous that someone would bully me on my first visit to my shop!

Qing Shuang's pretty face was contorted with malice, her eyes gleaming with ferocity. She slowly walked over, grabbed the scarred man by the collar, lifted him up, and gritted her teeth as she demanded, "Tell me, who sent you here!"