Choses dans l'étang

Chapitre 65

On April 28th, four years ago, her first day at Hanhao Bath Center, she had only come with Sister Chen to check things out and hadn't officially started working yet when something terrifying happened. That evening, she called Sister Chen from the entrance of Binhai Park, and Sister Chen came to pick her up shortly after hanging up. Sister Chen was at work at the time, and she had nowhere else to go. Sister Chen took her back to the Hanhao Bath Center, telling her to take a shower and find an empty chair in the rest area to rest for the night, and that they could talk about it the next day.

However, as soon as Sister Chen brought her to Hanhao, someone called Sister Chen away, looking tense and secretive. It seemed something serious had happened. A long time passed before Sister Chen returned. Liu Xin asked her what had happened, and Sister Chen told her that a hostess had been entertaining guests at the club downstairs, and something had happened; she was now unconscious. Someone had brought her upstairs to rest, and she was lying in a private room.

Sister Chen lied at the time; that person wasn't a lady from Hanhao, but rather Liang Yingying, a waitress from the hotel. As for why the club staff did that, perhaps they had their own plans, and Sister Chen said this because she didn't want Liu Xin to know too much.

Liu Xin was exhausted that day and quickly fell asleep on a recliner in the lounge. In the middle of the night, she was vaguely awakened by a sound—it was the first time she had heard the sound of Hanhao ghosts wailing. She didn't know what was happening and thought someone was crying. She groggily opened her eyes and occasionally heard people moving around outside the front door of the lounge. That door led to the private rooms in the lounge area, and it was already late at night; there were no guests, and even if there were, they would be asleep.

Hearing the sounds, someone opened the door to the private room and carried something out. There were more than one person's footsteps, but no one spoke. Then they walked to the other side of the corridor. In a place like Hanhao, there is naturally more than one passageway. At the end of the corridor leading to the private rooms, there is another passageway that leads to the roof. During fire inspections, it is said to be a fire escape, but it is usually used as a backup passageway to avoid guests.

The next day, Liu Xin heard that a waitress at the Hanhao Hotel had committed suicide by jumping from the rooftop. Sister Chen had specifically instructed her not to tell anyone what she had heard the previous night. Liu Xin could vaguely guess what had happened. Later, when the Liang family came to cause trouble at the Hanhao Hotel, she felt very sorry for them, but there was nothing she could do to help them. Even if she wanted to help, she had no evidence, because she hadn't seen anything. Having just faced a life-or-death situation, she truly didn't have the energy to think about anything else.

From then on, Liu Xin felt an involuntary fear whenever she thought of the Hanhao Club downstairs. Fortunately, Sister Chen never recommended it to her when she was recommending girls. Seeing Mengmeng like this in the changing room today reminded her of what happened four years ago, and she couldn't help but shudder. She and Mengmeng weren't very familiar with each other; it's usually difficult for girls to develop any real friendships. But now she felt sorry for Mengmeng and took the initiative to get her a glass of water. Mengmeng drank it in a daze and then lay down listlessly again.

Liu Xin grabbed a wet wipe to wipe the cold sweat from Mengmeng's forehead when the waiter called the clock. Apparently, a customer had ordered her table. Who was it that came so early? Walking into the private room, she saw it was a regular customer—the same Cui Ge who had earned the title of "Model Worker" and was so thin his ribs were showing.

"Honey, have you missed me?" Brother Cui asked in his usual familiar tone.

Liu Xin habitually walked to the bedside and put down her bag: "I've been thinking about you, but you never come to see me. It's been so long since I've seen you, Brother Cui. I thought you'd forgotten about me after you made your fortune." She often spoke like this to guests.

"How could I forget you? Thinking of your upper body, thinking of your lower body, my husband, I can't sleep at night!"

Liu Xin let out her signature coquettish laugh: "Honey, come sit here and give me a kiss."

"Wife, have you seen my jade pendant?" Brother Cui boasted, pulling Liu Xin to look at his chest.

Liu Xin then noticed that the thick gold necklace around his neck was gone, replaced by a jade pendant of emerald green, tied with a red silk cord and hanging around his neck.

"Why aren't you wearing a necklace anymore?" Liu Xin asked curiously.

"This was obtained from Jiuhua Mountain in Anhui. It was blessed in front of the Bodhisattva! Wearing it can ward off disasters and bring good fortune. I spent more than four thousand yuan just on the jade, and another nine hundred and ninety yuan on incense for the blessing. It's incredibly effective! I've been making money in the stock market lately ever since I started wearing this jade pendant."

"Brother Cui, you're amazing! You know how to make money. Whoever marries you will be so lucky!" Liu Xin wasn't quite sure that Jiuhua Mountain enshrines Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the one who vowed not to become a Buddha until hell is empty. He governs the underworld, not human affairs. As she spoke, she couldn't help but think of Feng Junzi. She remembered that Feng Junzi also had a jade artifact, a strange jade ring. Brother Feng treasured it like a precious gem, leaving it at the bathhouse and rushing back to look for it the next day. If it weren't for that ring, perhaps none of what followed would have happened.

"I want you to be my wife... My thighs are so sore, can you massage them for me?"

Liu Xin sat on his calves, massaging him. He closed his eyes to rest, but his hands kept rubbing against Liu Xin's body. When Liu Xin pressed on the inner thighs, he reacted strongly. Almost simultaneously with his reaction, his hands pulled Liu Xin's dress up from underneath her head, skillfully removing her bra without caring that her face was still covered by the dress. But when Liu Xin took the dress off her head, she saw that he was already naked, and he even knew she had taken out a condom from her bag.

He was still so thin, and still so energetic. It was almost suffocating for Liu Xin. Liu Xin moaned professionally, the groans almost indistinct, faint yet penetrating. He was particularly excited, panting, and whispered something in Liu Xin's ear.

To be honest, Liu Xin was somewhat terrified by his relentless strength, each thrust penetrating deep into her body. For a long time, she lost count of how long it lasted, like waves relentlessly crashing against rocks, and Liu Xin's moans, tinged with almost pleading, went unnoticed by him. Only his sweat dripped down her skin…

After a while, Liu Xin suddenly struggled and hugged him tightly, crying out, "No..." She drew out the word "no," and he seemed to be stimulated, releasing himself with a slight spasm, lying on top of her, sweating. Stimulating a man's psychology brings him to orgasm faster than stimulating his body; this is a technique the prostitutes here all understand.

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While Liu Xin was keeping Brother Cui company in the private room, two more customers in bathrobes walked into the Hanhao Bathhouse's lounge. The one in front was Feng Junzi. This Feng Junzi has some nerve! He actually dared to come to the Hanhao Bathhouse! Looking behind him, there was the shy-looking Xiao Zhengrong following behind. The two were talking quietly as they walked—

Xiao Zhengrong: "Feng Junzi, why did you bring me to a place like this? If my sister finds out, she'll definitely scold you... and she'll scold me too. And if my grandfather finds out..."

Feng Junzi: "Major, why are you so long-winded! How will they know if you don't tell them? I think you're afraid your sister will find out, but it wouldn't be good if Officer Yuan found out... Your kung fu is good, but your courage isn't like a man's!"

Xiao Zhengrong: "Don't call me major, I'm a soldier... that's against discipline."

Feng Junzi: "Is asking you to take a bath a violation of discipline? As for whether you do anything else, that's your own business. Don't think that just because you're a soldier, there's a military guesthouse not far from here that also has a bathhouse, and it's the same thing. Besides, everyone's naked, what haven't we seen—send this to the Academy of Sciences for some serious research."

When Feng Junzi and Xiao Zhengrong entered, Sister Chen saw them and came over to greet them after they lay down. Normally, madams don't go into the lounge, but she made an exception for Feng Junzi, a familiar face. Sister Chen greeted Feng Junzi with a smile, "Brother Feng. Bringing friends over today? What kind of girls are you looking for... Yangyang isn't here. Want me to recommend a couple more?"

Feng Junzi smiled at Sister Chen: "Manager Chen, may I ask you something? You look younger than me, but I've heard you've been working here for quite a while. How long exactly?"

Sister Chen: "Didn't I tell you last time? I've been here for over five years... What kind of girl are you looking for?"

Feng Junzi nodded: "Okay, okay, I won't look for Miss. I'll find a manager. Manager Chen, could you come into my room and we can talk?"

Feng Junzi's words surprised Sister Chen. Her skin was already quite thick from years of working in the sex industry, but she didn't expect to blush this time. Not understanding what Feng Junzi meant, she asked in a low voice, "Brother Feng, what do you mean? You know I don't work at night."

Feng Junzi suddenly remembered something, waved his hand and said, "Never mind, I was just joking with you. I won't force you if you don't want to keep me company."

Sister Chen: "That's not what I meant. Brother Feng wants me to sit with you for a while. Of course I'm happy! It's just that this place isn't quite right. How about I treat you sometime when I'm free?" Sister Chen sensed from Feng Junzi's words that he didn't seem to like the girls here, but actually liked her! If it were any other customer, she would have just brushed them off with a few words. But Feng Junzi was different. Sister Chen had always had a good impression of him, and his words today left her somewhat bewildered!

Seeing Chen Jie's reaction, Feng Junzi knew she had misunderstood. But he didn't explain, and simply said, "Alright. When do you have time? I'll call you, and I'll invite you over, okay?"

Sister Chen: "Of course, no problem. Do you know my phone number?"

Feng Junzi: "I don't know, give me one."

Sister Chen turned to go to the front desk to get a business card. At this moment, Xiao Zhengrong leaned over and whispered, "Feng Junzi, what are you up to? Others come looking for prostitutes, and you're even going after the madam?"

Feng Junzi: "What do you know? She's been here for five and a half years, so she's quite capable. She must know what happened four years ago!"

Actually, Feng Junzi came today mainly to ask someone about what happened four years ago; there must still be someone here who knows the truth. He wanted to ask Sister Chen, which is why he suggested going into the private room to talk about those things. However, he immediately realized that doing so was wrong. Regardless of whether Sister Chen would speak up or not, asking her here would only harm her. If someone was secretly watching him, seeing him getting too close to Sister Chen, who knew the truth, wouldn't be good for her. Seeing Sister Chen approach with her business card, Feng Junzi sighed. Lately, he'd been very busy and distracted, and his thinking had become somewhat impulsive.

Just as Sister Chen approached, Liu Xin finished her shift. Entering the lobby, Liu Xin immediately spotted Feng Junzi. Instinctively, she looked towards him and, sure enough, saw a burly man. She was secretly pleased, but then disappointed upon closer inspection—she didn't recognize him; it wasn't Chang Wu. Thinking of Chang Wu, she sighed inwardly. She wasn't unreasonable; last time Feng Junzi had scolded her, she had cried, but afterwards, she knew he was right.

Chang Wu was merely a shadow she occasionally recalled of her girlish feelings, or a glimmer of light in her otherwise helpless life. Now that dream was over, it was over. Chang Wu could never belong to her, and she understood that she could never have anything to do with him again. Feng Junzi also saw Liu Xin, but pretended not to see her. This was fine; Liu Xin didn't need to go over and greet him.

Liu Xin had also heard about Feng Junzi helping Zhao Xue save her brother, and knew he was a truly good person, even though she didn't have a good impression of him. As a prostitute, she encountered men every day, and while it was certainly pleasurable to have wives calling her "my darling" in bed, very few would actually be willing to help a prostitute; in fact, she had never encountered one. But for some reason, seeing Feng Junzi made her feel strange, a little heartbroken, perhaps because of the memories.

Feng Junzi and Xiao Zhengrong stayed very late, lying in bed until almost midnight, when Sister Chen came over to greet them again. Feng Junzi asked Sister Chen if they could have two private rooms, as he planned to stay the night and didn't want to rest in the lobby. Sister Chen asked if he wanted any girls, but Feng Junzi shook his head, saying he didn't want any. Xiao Zhengrong also shook his head, saying they didn't want any girls either. Sister Chen frowned slightly; this was quite unusual. Feng Junzi then smiled and said he would pay as usual, and asked her to write "Star Rain, 29th" on two blank receipts. Sister Chen had no choice but to comply.

As Sister Chen turned to leave, Feng Junzi called out to her, "Wait, I want room 5A, but he wants the room next to it. Is that alright?"

Sister Chen: "Number 5A is empty, and the one next door is empty too, so of course you can... Brother Feng really doesn't go to prostitutes? How about I chat with you for a while?"

Feng Junzi smiled and shook his head, saying it wasn't necessary. Even if he wanted to hire a prostitute tonight, he couldn't; anyone who did might get their life taken. Room 5A was the same room Feng Junzi stayed in the first night at Hanhao, and also the room where Liang Yingying died four years ago.

When Feng Junzi arrived at Hanhao today, he heard the wailing of ghosts as usual. However, shortly after lying down, the sounds stopped abruptly, as if severed by something, and he could no longer hear them! Feng Junzi had a feeling; subconsciously, he sensed that the Soul Master he had fought last time was nearby, and that they would likely have a showdown tonight. He could have avoided it, but considering that he couldn't hide forever, and with the expert Xiao Zhengrong protecting him, it was better to settle things sooner rather than later.

Part 5, Goddess's Heart, Chapter 25: Borrowing Supernatural Powers

At Hanhao Bathhouse, the girls can usually go home after 1 a.m., but a few people, four to eight in total, need to stay behind for the night shift. This is because Hanhao Bathhouse is open all night, and while there are few customers late at night, it's not completely empty. That day, it was Mengmeng's turn to work the night shift, along with several others. Liu Xin, seeing that Mengmeng had been lying there all day without eating or drinking, was worried and offered to stay in her place. Sister Chen, seeing Mengmeng, told her to go home and rest, but Liu Xin stayed. Sister Chen told Liu Xin that Brother Feng, with a friend, had booked two private rooms and signed two blank forms, indicating service for the 29th. Feng Junzi's actions were tantamount to giving Liu Xin money, leaving her somewhat bewildered.

If it were any other customer, Liu Xin would be more than happy to accept such a benefit. However, Liu Xin was reluctant to accept Feng Junzi's offer without reason. Liu Xin wanted to ask Feng Junzi what he meant, but Feng Junzi had already entered the private room, and according to the rules, a hostess is not allowed to enter the private room to disturb the customer if she is not on duty.

The bed in the girls' changing room could only sleep two people, so after the guests fell asleep in the middle of the night, Liu Xin went to the lounge and found a chair to lie down on. Most of the girls on duty had to sleep like this. That night, Liu Xin had insomnia, feeling that something was off about someone in the lounge that night! Later, she realized that it was because it was too quiet around her; she couldn't hear the ghostly wailing. Humans are strange like that; the ghostly wailing sound was initially frightening and annoying, but once you got used to it, its absence left a subconscious feeling that something was missing.

We won't delve into why Liu Xin has insomnia. Anyway, she still couldn't fall asleep after being at the store for quite some time, while everyone else in the lounge was already snoring softly. Just then, Liu Xin suddenly heard the sound of a door opening outside a private room near the front of the lobby. Hanhao's private rooms have private bathrooms, and it's rare for anyone to come out at this hour. Hearing the sound, Liu Xin instinctively glanced in that direction, and what she saw startled her!

The door leading from the lounge to the private rooms was ajar. Through the half-open door, Liu Xin saw Feng Junzi emerge from a private room. In the dim light, Feng Junzi was expressionless, his limbs stiff, walking like a walking corpse towards the other side of the corridor. The other side of the corridor led to the rooftop terrace of the Hanhao Building! Liu Xin's first thought was that Feng Junzi was sleepwalking. Then she felt a pang of fear, followed by a strange sense of unease. She suddenly remembered that night four years ago, when she heard a sound coming from that private room and heading towards the end of the corridor; the next day, she heard the news of someone jumping to their death.

She suddenly began to worry about Feng Junzi. If Feng Junzi was really sleepwalking, then accidentally walking onto the rooftop in his sleep would be very dangerous. She thought about it and decided to follow him to check, though she didn't understand why she did it. Liu Xin quietly got up, barefoot, and went to the corridor. Looking up, she saw Feng Junzi's figure just disappear into the entrance of the backup passage.

The corridor was carpeted thickly, and Feng Junzi's strange gait made his steps heavy yet silent. However, as soon as he reached the stairs, soft footsteps could be heard. Judging from the sound, he was heading towards the rooftop! Liu Xin followed him to the entrance of the stairwell. The dark, unlit stairwell resembled a gaping monster, and she couldn't help but shiver. She hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and decided to follow Feng Junzi upstairs; she didn't want him to be in danger.

There was no carpet in the hallway; her bare feet shone on the concrete floor, and a chill, carrying the night air, crept up. Liu Xin tried her best not to look back, groping her way upstairs. Suddenly, she felt something unseen surrounding her. Just as this thought crossed her mind, she heard a whoosh of wind and felt someone push her in the lower abdomen…

The force of the push was strange; she didn't fall, but instead flew back horizontally. She hadn't gone far to begin with. Now she was back in the corridor, standing there again, swaying a couple of times before regaining her balance. The push had come so fast that she hadn't even had time to be afraid. Only after she stopped did she feel her heart pounding wildly, a terror so intense she almost felt like she was suffocating—was it a ghost?

Liu Xin instinctively wanted to cry out, but she heard a voice in her ear saying, "Don't make a sound, go back to sleep, don't say anything! Feng Junzi will be fine, hurry back."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xin quickly turned her head, trying to see who was speaking, but the surroundings were empty; there was nothing there! Only a cold wind blew from the stairwell in front of her. Liu Xin finally suppressed her fear. She retreated, almost walking backwards back to the lounge, unable to utter a word, and trembling slightly as she lay back down on a chair. Had she heard a ghost speak? Thankfully, the ghost had told her that Feng Junzi would be alright, which brought her a slight sense of relief.

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Liu Xin did indeed see Feng Junzi, who had walked numbly to the rooftop of the Hanhao Building. He was wearing a bathrobe, the front of which was open, and he was barefoot on the concrete ground, but his expression showed no sign of feeling cold in the night wind. Feng Junzi walked step by step to the edge of the rooftop, spread his arms, and made a gesture as if he were about to take flight.

Before him lay the rooftop railing, low enough to reach only Feng Junzi's hips; a single lean forward would send him tumbling over. Beyond the railing lay the void, 23 stories high, with the distant sea beneath the clouds. Yet, after assuming a flying posture, Feng Junzi stood frozen, motionless, for a full half hour. He stood with outstretched arms at the edge of the night sky, his posture suggesting a desire to fly, yet he remained rooted to the ground, like a frozen sculpture, even the surrounding air seeming to solidify.

Finally, a man dressed entirely in black appeared on the rooftop, emerging from the shadows. His face was pale, his expression cold and stern, yet his eyes burned with a fierce light. He stared at Feng Junzi's retreating figure, slightly out of breath, beads of sweat glistening on his nose. The man in black instinctively raised a hand, pointing in Feng Junzi's direction, silently muttering something. However, Feng Junzi remained motionless.

The man in black grew increasingly somber, as if an invisible burden was weighing him down. He finally couldn't resist taking a step forward, followed immediately by a second. He approached Feng Junzi step by step, his fingertips almost touching his back. Judging by the situation, if he took a single step forward and gave him a gentle push, Feng Junzi would fall down the stairs.

In that tense, almost suffocating moment, Feng Junzi suddenly moved.

Feng Junzi merely turned slightly, his outstretched arms circling his body, his right fingertips brushing against the back of the black-clad man's hand. Their eyes met in the air. The surroundings were quiet, so quiet that even a softly spoken word would be exceptionally clear. Only Feng Junzi softly uttered a sentence, or rather, softly recited a line of poetry: "Alas, a moonless night, sharing this sorrow with you."

As soon as he finished reciting the poem, Feng Junzi withdrew his hand and stepped aside, giving the space in front of the railing to the man in black. For some reason, the man in black paused slightly as soon as Feng Junzi spoke, and the burning light in his eyes went out in an instant, leaving them empty and blank.

The man in black, his expression numb and limbs stiff, spread his arms like a puppet, took two steps forward, and stood before the railing. Without any pause or hesitation, he lunged forward and flew out, disappearing silently into the dark night. The building was very tall, and the sound of waves could be heard in the distance, so Feng Junzi couldn't hear when he landed. The sky was dark, without moon or starlight; Feng Junzi stood before the railing and looked down, seeing only a vast expanse of darkness.

Feng Junzi gazed into the darkness, seemingly talking to himself: "You really shouldn't have gotten so close to me, so close that I could touch you... I forgot to tell you, I've had a very special talent since I was little, which is the ability to borrow other people's abilities, the abilities of people like you. The will to die you gave me, I'll return it to you!... The art of transference, truly wondrous, but why can't I do it myself?... To perish by one's own hand is perhaps the best end for someone like you!... Seven people have jumped here in the past eight years, and you are the eighth, which fills the last spot. I hope there won't be a ninth one in the future."

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"Feng Junzi, you took a huge risk this time! Besides the man in black on the rooftop, there were two more accomplices lying in ambush in the stairwell. Luckily, I knocked them out."

Feng Junzi smiled faintly at Xiao Zhengrong: "I'm fine, aren't I? I only dared to play like this because you're here. I'm not afraid of that Soul Master, I'm afraid of others. They really shouldn't have used such methods against me. Actually, when I helped Zhao Lei out of his self-isolation last time, I already understood the effect of this mental illusion. ... Have you made any other discoveries in the dark? Have you encountered any other trouble?"

Xiao Zhengrong: "There is one problem. Someone saw you when you left the room! It was that Miss Liu Xin. I managed to get her back in by both scaring and persuading her, but she was seen by two staff members in the lounge and a few guests who had just woken up!"

Feng Junzi: "You mean, someone saw her and me walk onto the rooftop?"

Xiao Zhengrong nodded: "Yes, judging from her appearance, this young lady seems to care about you quite a bit. Do you think she might be in danger?"

"Of course there will be danger. She's not like you or me! We already had her dealt with once last time, so why are we getting involved again this time?" Feng Junzi said with a furrowed brow.

Part 5 Goddess's Heart 26, Knotting Grass and Carrying a Ring

Inside a villa on the outskirts of a coastal city, a young man in his late twenties was sitting in a chair in the center of the hall. Seven or eight other people surrounded him; although there were empty sofas in the hall, they were all standing, facing the man in the center and talking to him.

"Who exactly killed the Soul Master?"

"I don't know. The two of us went with him, and we inexplicably fainted in the stairwell... We didn't see anything!"

"You bunch of good-for-nothings! ...How did the police handle it?"

"It's still unclear. At present, it is suspected to be suicide... No evidence of homicide has been found."

"Didn't he say anything before he went to Hanhao?"

“He said he’s met his match this time and he’s determined to take him down… Boss, it’s not that we don’t want to bring more people, but after what happened with the old man last time, Hanhao is no longer our territory… That Hong Kong businessman is too cunning. As soon as he saw that the old man had lost power, he switched sides. On the surface, he’s still very polite, but we can no longer get involved in Hanhao!”

"Power is father, money is mother! These things are worse than prostitutes!..." The person sitting in the middle of the hall speaking angrily was Sun Weixi, the second son of the former Deputy Mayor Sun. Before Sun Weixi could finish speaking, a voice interrupted him: "I know who he's going to deal with. This person is that policeman's friend, named Feng Junzi. According to the Soul Master, this Feng fellow is one of his kind... He's determined to settle things."

The speaker stood some distance away from the crowd, in a corner near the entrance of the hall. He was a man in his thirties, wearing a sharp suit, and not very tall, only about 1.7 meters. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears. His expression as he spoke was blank; his eyes seemed to be staring into nothingness, and his features were sharply defined. As soon as he spoke, everyone else fell silent, except for Young Master Sun, who said, "I've heard of this Feng Junzi too. I heard that the Liang family is currently staying at his house. He's clearly targeting me… I never thought a Soul Master would fall into his hands."

At this moment, someone interjected: "Boss, should we send a few brothers to take care of him? Let's take care of that Liang family too!"

Young Master Sun: "Are you out of your mind? That Liang family is causing trouble for me right now. If you go and kill them, you'll just be inviting trouble. The old man is going through a very difficult time right now, we can't afford to cause any more trouble... Also, if the Soul Master is killed by that Feng guy, what good will it do you? Look at the few of you, are you even a match for a Soul Master?... If he's already killed a Soul Master, it's best not to mess with him for now."

If Feng Junzi were to hear Sun Weixi's words at this moment, he would surely feel incredibly fortunate. He never imagined that the Soul Master's death would actually save his life! He wasn't afraid of Soul Masters. But if someone came knocking with knives and guns, that was precisely what he couldn't handle. After his relief, he might even lament that the world's wicked aren't afraid of good people, but rather of the more wicked. He was far more terrifying than that wicked Soul Master, and in doing so, he had scared away all those wicked people from coming to his door!

"Boss. Are we just going to leave it at that?"

Young Master Sun gritted his teeth: "How can we just let this go! Recently, Guizi Liu's group has seized too much of our territory. If we continue to tolerate this, they might even take care of me! ... It's true what they say, 'A new emperor, a new court.' Once you climb up the social ladder, even your dick gets more erect than everyone else's..."

At this moment, the man standing by the door spoke up: "Guizi Liu is easy to deal with. Mr. Sun, just give me a word, and I'll go and kill him."

Sun Weixi: "Let him jump around for a couple more days. We'll send him to his grave sooner or later. Killing him now won't do any good; their backer is riding high! ...Didn't they say that on the night the Soul Master died, a young lady also went up to the rooftop? She must be in cahoots with that guy surnamed Feng!"

"Yes, that girl's name is Xingyu. It's said that she's the lover of that policeman surnamed Chang, and later it's said that she's the lover of that guy surnamed Feng. It seems that she's having affairs with both of them and often engages in threesomes."

Sun Weixi stomped his foot: "Take her down! Let those two surnamed Chang and Feng see that we're not to be trifled with! If they oppose us again, even if we're not afraid ourselves, we should think about our relatives and friends... Wu Dan, you personally handle this matter. Make sure it's done cleanly and neatly, leaving no trace, and make that Feng guy tremble with fear... Use any means necessary on that girl, don't hold back at all!"

Someone nearby chimed in, "I heard that girl is pretty good-looking, let's all have some fun..."

The person standing by the door remained expressionless, seemingly letting out a soft sigh. But they didn't say a word.

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