【The World of Samsara. Chaos in Xiangyang】(1)

"The World of Samsara? The Chaos of Xiangyang"

Preface:

I asked Buddha: Why are there so many regrets in the world?

Buddha said: This is a world of Samsara, Samsara is regret.

Without regret, no matter how much happiness you are given, there is no joy.

——Cangyang Gyatso "I Asked Buddha"

Chapter 1 Minor Evil

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The night is deep. The moon is full. The river wind is blowing.

It was deep winter. On both sides of the Han River, the mountain ridges were vast and the snow was muddy. Looking into the distance, the world seemed to have become

a landscape painting casually painted by the heavens. The mountains were black and the snow was white. There was no other color. At

midnight, a thin fog suddenly rose on the river. It was white but not white, as ethereal as gauze. It spread along the river and

became thicker until it was as thick as milk fat and could not be melted. In this fog, a boat fire suddenly

came from afar, crushing the floating ice. It was bright and dim in the fog, mysterious and strange. It seemed to be not a creation of the human world, but

came from the other side of the netherworld.

The boat moved with incredible speed, almost reaching the center of the river in the blink of an eye. The thin mist suddenly dissipated, revealing a large "mud

boat" under the moonlight.

This was a type of large civilian boat found only on the Han River. It was long and narrow, with a pointed bow and a stern, spanning nearly nine zhang (approximately 33 meters) in length and width, and

extending thirteen zhang (approximately 1.3 meters) above the water. The bottom was seven chi (approximately 1.3 meters) deep. The entire hull was painted black, then coated with tung oil, giving it a glossy, slippery appearance,

much like a mud boat burrowing into the riverbed.

The internal structure of this type of boat was complex, with a deep and spacious cabin. Skilled craftsmen often cleverly utilized the form to design exceptionally intricate hidden

compartments to conceal and transport contraband goods, making them extremely difficult for those unaware of their purpose to detect. Every night, when the moon is dim and the wind is silent, and

a cold mist hangs over the great river, these boats appear like ghosts. They move with incredible speed, carrying all sorts of

goods , such as smuggled salt, copper, tribute tea, forbidden silk, stockpiled grain, timber… even

military supplies like gunpowder, weapons, straw, and horses. They sail downstream between Jing and Chu, engaging in shady dealings where "nothing can be done under the watchful eyes of the heavens, and everything

is acceptable .

" The mud-boat had traveled more than five miles downstream

when it entered a

reed-filled area. Suddenly, a sharp whistle ripped through the silence, followed by the thunderous sound of drums that swept across the sky. A dense array of torches, like stars, suddenly ignited, and dozens of small boats, rowed like arrows, shot out of the reeds,

advancing in unison to form an impenetrable encirclement of the ghostly mud-boat!

In an instant, the river roared with thunderous drumbeats and deafening battle cries. The large ship seemed startled, its momentum abruptly

halting. The helmsman, a seasoned veteran of the river, remained calm despite the initial shock. After a brief pause, he seemed

to have discerned the weakness in the ambush. With three sails billowing in the wind, he swiftly fled towards the northeast corner of the ambush.

Just then, the weather suddenly changed, and the river wind abruptly intensified. Boosted by the wind, the large ship

doubled its speed, far surpassing the small boat propelled by human oars. With a few more turns, it had already left the ambush forces far

behind , howling with another gust of wind, poised to break through the encirclement and soar into the distance!

At that very moment, another signal rang out, and from dozens of small boats, a thousand arrows were suddenly unleashed,

swarming across the river like locusts. However, due to the considerable distance, they exhausted themselves halfway across, landing

on . But each arrow had a bamboo tube attached to its shaft, one end sealed with a thin layer of wax.

The force of the arrows easily pierced this wax, and the contents of the tubes shot out—filled with kerosene. This kerosene flew even farther than

the arrows , splashing onto the large ship's hull. And so it went, a thousand arrows after a thousand more

. After several waves of arrow rain, the large ship looked as if it had been doused with a vat of ink. The sails, oars, and

hull all soaked in kerosene, and the waters near the ship were covered with a thin layer of oil that flowed for nearly half a

mile. It was flammable and would ignite at the slightest touch!

The thunderous drumming abruptly ceased, as if its sound had been abruptly cut off, leaving only lingering echoes that drifted into

the darkness . The ambush boats halted, seemingly no longer attempting to stop the large ship's escape. A

small boat emerged from the group, a man standing on its bow, fanning himself against the wind. "Fuck your mother!

Run again! Run again and I'll burn your bastard balls to ashes!" His

thick, vulgar Sichuan accent rolled across the river, his voice like thunder, chilling and awe-inspiring, revealing the man's

extraordinary internal strength. Dozens of small boats erupted in cheers, joining the commotion.

Following the words, the large ship sped away for another half a mile before gradually slowing down, finally

coming to a stop, circling alone on the black river surface. Having exhausted all other options, they had no choice but to surrender.

The ambush boats, under fire, roared again and swarmed forward like locusts, quickly surrounding the large ship.

Iron hooks, talons, ropes, and lassos rained down on the prows, and hundreds of nimble and cunning warriors

climbed aboard like monkeys. Torches blazed, and chaos erupted,

creating a scene of utter pandemonium. Along the undulating hills of the riverbank, a dozen or so knights, all mounted on large black horses, stood in a circle atop a high point, adding to

the breathtaking spectacle . The entire ambush on the river was laid bare before them. These knights, each with broad shoulders and a slender waist, were all dressed in black, close-fitting attire, and

draped in strangely shaped folk masks—some depicting Red Boy, some Lei Zhenzi, some Zhu Bajie, some

Zhong Kui the demon-slayer, some Lu Zu the monster-tamer, and countless other demons and monsters… Beneath the myriad masks, each revealed a pair of hawk-like eyes,

their gazes gleaming with a fierce light, exuding an aura of power; clearly, each

was a master of martial arts. Leading the charge, however, rode a tall, blood-red horse… This horse was incredibly magnificent, its entire body a

vibrant red , as if dripping with blood. It impatiently reared up, spitting foam, shaking its head and

wagging its tail, yet no other horse dared to stand beside it. The rider, dressed in a tight-fitting black

outfit, possessed a curvaceous and graceful figure—a mature woman! She wore

a mask resembling that of He Xiangu, revealing a pair of unfathomable, deep eyes, cold and filled with an inexplicable murderous intent.

Just moments before, when the large ship was about to escape, all the knights on the ridge were tense, their eyes grave,

visibly nervous, but she remained unmoved, her gaze calm and undisturbed. And now, as the ship was captured,

the knights relaxed, some even showing hints of amusement, but she remained unmoved,

her gaze so cold it seemed capable of forging hot iron into steel, her posture on horseback unwavering.

Behind her, a knight seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his gaze relaxing slightly as he unconsciously drifted towards the leading woman.

He looked up, but his gaze was fixed on her, unable to look away. His throat tightened, and he swallowed hard.

In the moonlight and night mist, a voluptuous body, taut in a black bodysuit, seemed to be

pulled close to his nose by an unknown force, filling his vision in an instant. In the shifting light and shadow,

the woman was dressed in black, her horse a blood-red hue—the contrast between black and red was striking and startling.

At that moment, the moonlight, like a veil, gently gilded the woman's back with silver, outlining

breathtaking curves. Two incredibly long legs stretched across the horse's back, and somehow,

at their junction formed a huge, almost bursting, round buttocks! These buttocks were so large,

shaped like ripe peaches, almost disproportionate, as if they belonged not to this slender body, but to a mare!

At the very end of her rounded hips, her waist abruptly narrowed to an extreme, twisting into an incredibly slender waist that could be encircled by a single hand,

like a mountain reaching a steep precipitous point. The sharp turn was unexpected and enough to make everyone's

heart skip a beat .

Following this "mountain" upwards, one's gaze then fell upon her shoulders, seemingly thin to the point of being just a skeleton

(in reality, only the bones were small; the flesh between the tendons and bones was remarkably even and full). The tight-fitting clothing between her shoulder blades

was wrinkled in countless layers, stretched to its limit. Even without close inspection, one could imagine that there must be an unusually large

protrusion to stretch the clothing to such an extent…

The moonlight was hazy, the hills stood alone, the forest was deep and dark, and a great river stretched for thousands of miles.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"Xiao Wu."

A slightly hoarse, magnetic female voice entered her ears, ethereal as if from beyond the heavens.

The knight seemed oblivious, showing no reaction whatsoever.

"Xiao Wu!"

The tone suddenly intensified, tinged with displeasure.

The knight suddenly snapped out of his daze, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back, as if his actions and thoughts had been

read. Panicked, he reflexively replied, "Yes!" and hurriedly urged his horse forward.

But this movement caused a sudden burst of heat in his lower abdomen; something already swollen and hard

as iron, rubbed against the saddle and then suddenly released, pouring a large amount of hot, slippery liquid

into his trousers. The bitter, cold river wind penetrated him instantly, leaving his crotch feeling icy and extremely

uncomfortable. He was even more bewildered. He tried to urge his horse forward to ride alongside the woman, but his

horse an elbow's length away before refusing to move another hoof, as if terrified of the woman's red horse and unwilling

to ride alongside her.

"Why are you dawdling like this?"

The woman turned to look at him, her cold gaze, hidden behind the "He Xiangu" mask, revealing a hint of reproach.

Xiao Wu gasped for breath and replied, "Nothing, maybe my legs are a little numb from sitting on the horse for so long."

Feeling guilty, Xiao Wu dared not meet her gaze. His eyes darted around, unsure where to look.

His gaze swept across her chest, and there, two firm, pear-shaped breasts, almost bursting his eye sockets,

held his gaze like a magnet, impossible to shift. Startled, he forced his eyes away, pretending to gaze

at the river, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. His groin felt sticky and cold, a truly unbearable

discomfort .

Damn it! He'd always seen her in wide-sleeved robes; this tight-fitting outfit was a first for him. It

turned out she'd been hiding so many heaven-sent treasures within those sleeves for years!

For no apparent reason, countless bizarre and lewd thoughts flooded his mind, like

hidden weapons unleashed from a machine gun, impossible to suppress. They even stirred up a deeply hidden past demon

—once, after returning from a hundred battles, in the red-light district and dark alleys, he and a few comrades, indulging in wine, stopped

a woman…

In that frenzied and chaotic dark night, in the shadows of a deep street where no lights could reach,

a raging hell, unknown to anyone, once existed, eternally etched in his memory. Afterwards, his

mind was deeply imprinted with countless vulgar and obscene fragments: drunken laughter, obscene words and filth, satin-like

snow-white skin, torn skirt hem, pig-like buttocks, cow-like breasts, slender neck and ankles,

the feel of warm jade in his hands, the extremely tragic cries and pleas, and the repeated insertions, bloodied, like the trembling sensation of plunging a sword

into an enemy's chest, bodily fluids splattering, as if engaged in a life-or-death struggle, and a

dizzying pleasure, electrifying, surging wave after wave into his limbs...

Xiao Wu shook his head violently, desperately trying to shake off the chaotic thoughts, but as if bewitched, he couldn't shake them off, couldn't break free, and sank deeper and

deeper .

It was a secret, a bottomless secret, a secret that no one else knew anymore,

a secret that would never be revealed to the world.

It was a secret, a secret shared only in the quiet of the night,

a secret that would vanish like a fox spirit in a brightly colored bib once the light of day broke.

It was his inner demon, a leech clinging to his bones, destined to drag him into eternal damnation.

"Hey!"

Xiao Wu was startled again, snapping back to reality, turning blankly to meet the increasingly displeased and cold gaze.

The woman exclaimed, "Why are you suddenly acting like you've lost your mind! Did you go mad while practicing your martial arts?!"

With that, she reached out from her horse with lightning speed, aiming straight for his pulse.

Xiao Wu was terrified. He knew the woman's martial arts were already at their peak; if she were to touch his pulse, she would instantly know he had

just lost his essence. He dared not be careless,

immediately exerting all his strength to barely dodge this variation of the Beggars' Sect's ultimate technique, "Seven Inch Piercing the Gut to Extract the Snake's Gallbladder."

Sweat , and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Relief! Luckily! Fortunately, the other party was only showing concern and grabbing him casually. If they had used their full strength—no! Even if

they had only used half their strength—he wouldn't have been able to dodge it even if he had wings.

He dared not let his mind wander any further and quickly straightened his expression, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Master's wife.

Xiuwen only drank too much with those filthy soldiers last night. This morning, after circulating his internal energy once, it should have been neutralized. Who knew that being jostled on

horseback for so long would have made him a little tipsy again? My head is a bit dizzy, and I can't hear clearly

."

"Nonsense!"

The woman's gaze instantly shifted from concern to coldness, and she angrily said, "You brat! With such an important matter at hand,

how dare you go out and drink the night before?! You're punished by going home and facing the wall for three days to reflect on your actions!"

"I obey my master's orders!"

he hurriedly replied, grinning, "Master's wife, you were incredibly resourceful this time, setting up

a trap on this great river and putting on a great show of catching a turtle in a jar. This time you've won a great victory. When you return to Xiangyang, you must hold a grand

celebration . Even if I have to face the wall for three years, I will drink my fill of wine and personally plead for your honor before the governor!"

"You brat, all you do is flatter without any real talent!" Hearing his playful

words seemed to reveal a smile beneath her "He Xiangu" mask, her eyes softening and becoming

incredibly beautiful. But this smile only lasted for a moment before it vanished, replaced by an unusually cold and serious expression as she gazed at the dark

river.

"You are right about one thing, this plan did take a lot of my time and effort." She

pondered for a moment and said, "These scoundrels are well-organized, cunning, and incredibly powerful.

They are far beyond the reach of . There must be a top-notch figure behind the scenes. If

it weren't for the fortunate interception of intelligence, the perfect storm of opportunity would have prevented us from catching this first fish. There are still even greater mysteries yet to be uncovered. So,

we have yet to achieve anything significant. You should be more cautious and not mention any victory banquet when we return to Xiangyang.

It would only make us a laughingstock." "..."

Xiao Wu chuckled, his eyes darting around again, before quickly regaining his composure and saying, "I'll do whatever Master's wife says.

But, there will definitely be merit. If, as the intelligence suggests, we've truly captured

the key figure among those bandits, wouldn't it be like 'after winning a battle, we can ride the wind and exert our full strength, then in the blink of an eye, burn down their camps,

leaving the enemy utterly annihilated?' This attack has struck Cao Cao right where it hurts; even if he has a hundred-foot frame, he

'll crumble like mud in an instant." As he spoke, he even clapped his hands in rhythm and began to sing. "You

little brat, you're flattering me again! Why are you even spouting opera tunes!" The woman smiled again, clearly pleased with her victory, and no longer maintained her

usual stern expression.

Just then, the sound of hooves approached from below the hill, and a black horse

galloped . The rider reined in his horse, reared up, and suddenly stopped, displaying excellent horsemanship. The rider was burly, wearing

a ferocious "Black Bear Monster" mask. He clasped his hands and said in a loud voice, "Reporting to Chief Guo! The thieves have been captured and

are being taken to the Third Prince's Depot in Scar City by waterway. Chief Xing of our gang has asked me to inquire whether Chief Guo should move to Scar

City for personal interrogation?"

The woman nodded and said, "Thank you for your trouble, young man. Please tell Chief Xing that I will be there shortly."

The rider clasped his hands in agreement, let out a whoosh, circled the dock, and disappeared like a gust of wind.

Xiao Wu's heart stirred suddenly. He turned to speak, but in a flash, the woman let out a delicate cry, spurred her horse,

and galloped away. The red horse moved with lightning speed, covering half a mile in the blink of an eye. The knights shouted and spurred their horses

to follow, but they only saw the striking black and red figure disappear into the distance.

In a mountain hollow. Eighteen bends. There stood a city.

A city that, in the darkness and chaos of the world, was eerily brightly lit.

A river flowed around the city for dozens of miles, then twisted and turned nine times before flowing out of the vast mountains and merging into the Han River.

This city had a name: Scar City, accessible by both land and water.

In peaceful times, Scar City was once a desolate place, a barren and ugly scar.

And now? Because of its remote location, far removed from the chaos of war, it transformed itself, oozing bright pus and

bearing abundant fruit, becoming a large, rotten sore on the inside, yet exuding a

bizarre and absurd prosperity and bustling energy.

It turned out that from the very beginning of the war, tens of thousands of refugees, bandits, reclusive knights, eccentrics, merchants, and laborers from Jingchu and other regions

, having nowhere else to go, flocked here to escape the calamity, unknowingly bringing prosperity to this barren and filthy city. In

this ingeniously crafted secluded corner, officials, merchants, gentry, bandits, prostitutes, and people from all walks of life, with their thorny and cunning nature, thrived, like a

microcosm of a bizarre and diverse folk society. Each had their own background, their own motives, forming cliques, dividing territories,

fighting for ports, seizing warehouses, blood flowing from their heads, dividing gold by the scales, swiftly cutting down enemies, and settling scores with swift and decisive action. Scarred City also had government

offices, but those officials had long been steeped in this cesspool of corruption, becoming even more murky.

Everywhere in this city, the stench of men and women mingled, revealing the cunning and deceit of the world,

the foul breath , the red eyes of gamblers and prostitutes, and the passionate love and bitter betrayals of courtesans. Silver met with black eyes,

floral skirts concealed hidden knives, and poison was sprinkled into everyday dishes… all these things had deeply ingrained an impenetrable

darkness into every crevic of this city, brazenly and blatantly displaying its malice, openly employing the darkest,

most despicable wisdom and brute force, like an unfathomable whirlpool, drawing in everyone who entered

, sucking their flesh and marrow, tearing them apart, until finally, with a "plop," at most a few bits of blood and flesh were spat out, the rest

chewed up and swallowed into the abyss.

At that very moment, a group of knights, their hooves thundering, rode through the gates of Scarred City.

The long street was deserted, the entire city seemingly empty; all the lights were out, the deathly silence

chilling to the bone. A cold wind swirled, and in the shadows, it seemed as if unseen monsters lurked, creating an eerie atmosphere.

The lead knight, judging by her figure, was a full-figured, mature woman. Suddenly, she reined in her horse, looked

up , and frowned. On the city wall, under the full moon, a string of dark objects hung eerily,

swaying in the night wind.

Xiao Wu caught up from behind and asked, puzzled, "Master's wife, what's wrong? Is something happening?"

The woman shook her head and pointed casually. Xiao Wu squinted, his heart tightening, and he gasped.

The string of objects hanging in mid-air was a string of long-dried human heads!

The knights exchanged bewildered glances. The woman shook her head, her gaze shifting rapidly, and gritted her teeth, saying, "I've often heard people

say that Scar City is hell! Today it seems it's no exaggeration. Well, at this point, even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair,

we have no choice but to go."

Xiao Wu also frowned: "Master's wife, I've long heard that Boss Xing calls himself 'Human-Faced Beast.' Just from that name,

I know he's no good, much less a chivalrous man who values promises over wealth. This time, we're far from Xiangyang, and to

maintain secrecy, we can't mobilize our righteous forces. We'll have to temporarily borrow his men and ships."

It was a last resort, but now that the major events are over, times have changed. Why should Master's wife keep her previous

promise and insist on giving him that 30,000 taels of silver? After all, that was drawn directly from the military budget! Enough

for three months' expenses in Xiangyang! "I dare say," he thought, "with Master's wife's unparalleled martial arts and our team

of elite warriors who always serve Master, we shouldn't have to worry about flattening this ghost town, taking the people, and leaving. We

might as well wipe out the Dragon Pool Gang while we're at it, ridding the people of Scarface City of this scourge!"

He spoke smugly to himself, but then he noticed the woman's gaze suddenly becoming increasingly stern. His heart skipped

a beat, and he immediately fell silent.

The woman said coldly, "Little Wu, let me ask you, do you know your master's name?"

Little Wu took a deep breath and whispered, "The Northern Hero."

"I can't hear you!"

"Northern Hero!"

The woman sneered, then asked, "I'll ask you again, what is a hero?"

Xiao Wu took another deep breath and answered loudly, "Ji Nuo draws his sword, Wei Sheng embraces the pillar, a promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold, for the country and the people!"

The woman turned her head and said coldly, "Since you know, why did you say such foolish things to me just now?"

Cold sweat dripped down Xiao Wu's forehead, but he was not convinced. He mustered his courage and retorted, "Those who follow the greater good are not bound by

trivialities, those who do great things are not afraid of small evils, when faced with two evils, choose the lesser. What use is worldly fame? To save

the people of Scar City from their suffering is the way of chivalry for us!"

His words shot out like a machine gun, choking the woman. Her eyes flickered

, and after a long while, she laughed loudly, her tone becoming increasingly sinister.

"A man of great ambition fears no petty evil!" she roared. "No wonder your skills

haven't improved much in the last two years. It wasn't because you drank too much with the soldiers, nor because you were lazy and didn't practice. It was because of

this inner demon!"

Inner demon!

These two words struck Xiao Wu's dark heart like two iron hammers, instantly revealing another

unfathomable secret. His momentum, which had been so strong, suddenly faltered, shrinking into a

crumpled mess He was speechless, unable to utter another word in protest.

The woman took a deep breath, about to reprimand him further, when she heard the sound of hooves approaching from the end of the long street, and a string of

torchlights galloping rapidly towards her. She stopped talking, glared at Xiao Wu, reined in her horse, and waited for

the group to arrive like a whirlwind. The leading man, a burly man, clasped his hands and said, "I am Qu Jianglong,

entrusted by my gang leader Xing Yihe, to welcome Chief Huang to Scar City. Chief Xing has just suffered a minor injury and

is recuperating at the Third Prince's headquarters. We humbly request Chief Huang and all the heroes to grace us with their presence to discuss..." "Important!"

Chief Huang nodded and said, "Please lead the way, young man."

The two groups merged into one and rode off along the long street. After a short while, they suddenly turned

a corner and a gate tower appeared before them. In the torchlight, they could see an exquisitely carved image of Nezha on the gate tower, with a lotus flower in his mouth,

riding on fire wheels, and having three heads and six arms, lifelike. Below the image, eight large characters were written in a sharp, axe-like style: "Dragon Pool Gang

Third Prince Headquarters." Behind the gate tower was a large manor, its gates wide open, brightly lit inside, and

the faint sounds of shouting and clamor could be heard.

Upon arriving here, the group dismounted and followed Qu Jianglong and the others, striding into the manor.

The manor was already large from the outside, but once inside, it felt even more spacious and deep, with seven courtyards, layer

upon layer, like a maze. Along the way, the main rooms, side rooms, and annex rooms in each courtyard were all wide open,

with burly men playing drinking games, making noise, and creating a cacophony of smoke and voices.

Even more outrageous, countless beautiful women, their skin as white as snow, their breasts and buttocks breathtakingly

alluring, fluttered around the group of men like butterflies. Upon seeing strangers, they didn't even close the doors, their seductive eyes

sweeping over the newcomers. Chief Huang remained calm and composed, not glancing at them, as if he hadn't seen them at all. But Xiao Wu and the others suffered, as

they hadn't removed their masks, otherwise they would all be blushing, their mouths dry, and their hearts

pounding as if they were about to jump out of their throats.

Upon reaching the last courtyard, Qu Jianglong stopped and bowed, saying, "The gang leader is inside.

Please, Chief Huang and all heroes, enter on your own. My status is lowly, and I can only lead you this far."

He then bowed again and turned to leave. Chief Huang, seeing the strict hierarchy here, couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He then entered the last courtyard and saw a man striding towards him. This man was about

forty years old, with a thick mustache, a very rugged appearance, and bulging muscles. He was wrapped in a blue robe, and his gait

was solid, giving him the bearing of a dragon or elephant. Clearly, his martial arts skills had reached a high level.

From afar, the man laughed heartily, "Chief Huang is a peerless hero, and all of you heroes are

pillars of the nation, revered by all. Your esteemed presence on my humble abode should have been met with a thirty-mile-long road of earth and a grand

welcome , but alas, I suffered a minor injury and have been unable to greet you from afar. I beg

your forgiveness for this rudeness!"

Xiao Wu thought to himself, judging by this imposing manner, this must be Xing Yihe, the self-proclaimed "Human-Faced Beast" leader of the Longtan Gang. Sure enough,

his master's wife clasped her hands in a fist salute and chuckled, "Since you are injured, you should take good care of yourself. Chief Xing has

done a great service to the country and its people this time; how can you blame him?"

Chief Xing laughed heartily, seemingly delighted, then frowned and said, "Why are Chief Huang and all the heroes

still wearing masks? They look rather strange and frightening."

"Hehe, the military situation is urgent, I'm burning with impatience. I'm only thinking about seeing that

bandit leader with my own eyes and getting to the bottom of that matter as soon as possible, so I've been rushing around non-stop, and I've completely forgotten about this damn guy

."

Chief Huang chuckled, casually removing the "He Xiangu" mask.

In that instant, it seemed as if all the lights in the manor dimmed. Boss Xing's gaze froze

, becoming somewhat infatuated, fixed on Chief Huang's face, seemingly unaware of his

unwitting rudeness. It took him a full five seconds to suddenly snap out of it, hurriedly averting his gaze and

coughing repeatedly to cover his lapse.

Chief Huang, however, seemed used to such lapses. Although still

somewhat it amusing, thinking to himself that Boss Xing had seen him many times before, and every time he acted this way, he truly felt ashamed towards him.

He was now a powerful figure. However, this man's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, his breath was deep and steady, and his stance was solid, indicating that his skill was

undoubtedly remarkable. If she could recruit him into the righteous army to serve the country, she would not only gain a great master out of thin air, but also

subdue the thousands of bandits in Scar City in one fell swoop. Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone, achieving the best of both worlds? She had already made her plans and had no time

to blame this man for his rudeness.

Xing, the eldest brother, coughed and said, "Chief Huang and all the heroes have traveled a long and tiring journey

. I have prepared a feast and had several fine rooms prepared. The soup is also ready. Please have a good

meal and then go to your rooms to rest. We can deal with those two thieves properly tomorrow morning when you are refreshed."

Chief Huang shook his head and said, "The night is long and things may change. We should act quickly. Please lead the way, Chief Xing. We will interrogate them tonight and

find out the whole story as soon as possible!"

Xing looked troubled and hesitated, "This...this..."

"What? Chief Xing seems to be having some difficulties?" Chief Huang was quick-witted and had already

noticed .

Xing Laoda chuckled, shrugged, and his expression suddenly turned somewhat embarrassed. He said with a sly smile, "

To be honest, Chief Huang, after capturing those two thieves, I took it upon myself to interrogate them overnight.

However, Chief Huang knows that most of my men are bandits, and their methods are rather ruthless. They're probably in complete chaos

right now... a real mess. I don't want to offend Chief Huang and all the heroes' eyes. How about we wait until

tomorrow morning, after I've cleaned them up, before Chief Huang interrogates them?"

Chief Huang was as clever as ice and snow, and having roamed the martial world for many years, she had seen it all. After hearing his words,

she immediately understood. A surge of anger rose within her, and she wanted to kill him on the spot. Fortunately, she

managed to control herself in time and said angrily, "Chief Xing! Is this what chivalry is all about?!"

Xing Laoda smiled again, remaining unmoved by her invisible killing intent, and said coldly with his hands behind his back. "

Chief Huang! I've never been a chivalrous person. I didn't accumulate any good karma in my past life, so I was born into a bad family.

I never went to school and can't read many words. I don't know anything about propriety, righteousness, integrity, or shame. Later, I strayed into the underworld and

lived a life of constant danger. I only know that 'those who do great things are not afraid of small evils.' Although those two thieves don't know

martial arts, they are very tough. If you have the heart of a bodhisattva like Chief Huang, you can't pry open their iron

teeth. You need extraordinary methods. Since we brothers are shameless bandits, we naturally have bandit methods. Although

they are a bit dirty, they are guaranteed to be useful. As long as they are 'useful,' that Xing guy won't care about anything else and will

use them all!"

These words were domineering and extreme, yet almost irrefutable. In particular, the phrase "

those who do great things are not afraid of small evils" was exactly the same as what Xiao Wu had said not long ago. Xiao Wu couldn't help but feel a sense of resonance and almost

nodded in agreement.

Chief Huang remained silent for a moment, then his breathing finally calmed, and he said coldly, "Since

that's the case Chief Xing, please lead the way. We've taken those two thieves, so we'll be on our way. We won't trouble Chief Xing to arrange lodging for us

. Here's a reward of thirty thousand taels of silver. Please accept this payment, and from now on, we'll be even,

like strangers !" With that, he gestured to his disciple behind him to take out a thick stack of silver notes and hand them over.

Chief Xing took the notes, didn't count them, and casually stuffed them into his sleeve, his face ashen. "Fine," he said, "

Chief if you're not afraid of offending my eyes, please follow me." He then turned and left, with Chief Huang and his group following closely behind

. They circled two corridors, then quickly passed through a small moon gate, arriving at an exquisite garden.

In the center of the garden stood an artificial hill. The group followed Boss Xing directly into the hill, winding and twisting their way down into

the underground passage. Every few steps along the narrow, cramped walls, a torch was lit, its

flickering light casting long, distorted shadows that resembled ghostly apparitions.

Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the silence, echoing through the eerie tunnel.

Chief Huang's heart skipped a beat. He quickly overtook Boss Xing, and his vision cleared; they had emerged from the tunnel

into a spacious area.

This place resembled a grotto, its walls, ceiling, and floor constructed of seamlessly fitted blue bricks.

Countless torches illuminated the empty space, making everything inside clearly visible.

At this moment, the grotto had become a living hell.

A beautiful female body, with long, flowing hair and completely naked, was bound to a strangely shaped rack

, suspended face down. Her arms were tied together overhead and locked to chains, her two full thighs stretched to their limit,

and her snow-white buttocks were raised high. Dozens of brutish men lined up behind her, each with bulging,

veiny penises, and filed in from behind to penetrate her vagina. After a long, violent thrusting, they would roar

and ejaculate their foul-smelling semen inside her, then step aside, and another would immediately take their place. In the alternation, the woman's genitals

were clearly visible, a gruesome sight, as she tumbled in and out with the men's movements. However, no matter

how violent the men's actions were, the woman remained unresponsive, as if dead. She must have fainted countless times and been

woken up again, finally exhausted and on the verge of death. The scene

before them was like a demonic realm. Huang and his men were all dumbfounded. The younger men were all

aroused , their groins hard, yet their hearts were filled with an extremely strange feeling, like lightning

piercing their hearts. It was as if the scenes before them were like sharp arrows piercing the depths of their minds, eternally

reverberating for the rest of their lives.

Huang's feelings, however, were completely different. Apart from the woman bound to the rack and suffering endless humiliation, she

was the only woman in the place. But she felt as if she and that woman had

overlapped, stripped naked, legs spread, buttocks raised, being repeatedly

penetrated by countless ugly, large penises. The bestial gang rape felt as if it were happening to her personally. An extreme sense of humiliation

instantly pierced her, causing an electric shock-like tremor that reverberated throughout her body, even her lower abdomen

ached, as if an invisible, large penis was relentlessly thrusting inside her.

Boss Xing slowly strolled to Chief Huang's side and said leisurely, "Chief Huang, there's no need to worry about her dying.

Just feed her the 'Six-Times Awakening Soup' one night, and her three souls will return to their rightful place. Before we dig out everything she knows,

how could I possibly let her die so easily? This method is foolproof and never fails. Chief Huang, please rest assured."

"Yes. Brother, I have other concerns. Chief Huang, please look..." He then pointed casually to a corner of the cave.

Chief Huang, as if in a daze, looked in the direction he was pointing, and was immediately shocked.

In another corner of the cave, a huge iron frame was fixed in one corner, and a young man—

no! It was clearly a boy, with a delicate face as if sculpted, exceptionally exquisite and cute

, no more than sixteen years old. He was also completely naked. He was incredibly thin; you could count his ribs.

He gave off an air of tension, as if he were surrounded by sharp blades, but in reality, the muscles on his shoulders were quite thick. His neck and collarbone

stretched out in a sharp arc, making his neck appear unusually slender and fragile. At this

moment , he was desperately stretching his neck, screaming hoarsely. Behind him, a

long line of burly men, also leering, were inserting one after another of their extremely ugly penises... Yes, God!

They actually...inserted that ugly thing...into his anus! Two streams of blood

flowed continuously from between his thighs, pooling on the ground.

Even more horrifying, the boy's lower body also had a penis that was far too large for his age,

protruding from the still-growing pubic hair. A shiny copper ring tightly gripped the end of the penis, making it

bulge to its limit. The veins throbbed like earthworms, almost bleeding. The large, red glans pushed open the

tender foreskin, stretching it to an unimaginable size, and a few drops of white semen congealed at the urethral opening.

A burly man squatted in front of him, his hairy buttocks sticking out, and was using a pig bristle soaked in tung oil

to prick the tender urethral opening of the glans penis, seemingly enjoying it immensely. With each prick, the boy let out

a piercing, heart-wrenching scream, his voice already hoarse and unrecognizable. His bright eyes were wide open

, fixed on her direction, his gaze sometimes fierce as fire, sometimes filled with utter despair.

This scene, a million times darker than hell, easily emptied her mind. In

a blank void, it seemed as if only a large, veiny penis with a copper ring at the end was violently swelling

to its limit, squeezing out all thoughts and filling the entire blank space.

Xing Laoda's voice seemed to drift from beyond the heavens.

"This kid's incredibly stubborn, his jaw's like iron, and his willpower is exceptionally strong. Old Liu's been at it

for two hours, practically destroying his penis, and he hasn't uttered a single word. He's ejaculated

so many times, his testicles are wrinkled like grains of rice, and he hasn't even fainted once. He's just stubbornly holding on.

I'm worried that if this continues, he definitely won't be able to hold on until dawn. He'll either die or go crazy. So I'm planning

to ask Chief Huang if I can take a break, clean him up, and then hand him over to Chief Huang to see how it goes?"

Her mind was still blank when suddenly she felt a chill in her groin. It turned out

something was flowing out of her vagina!

Startled, her mind instantly cleared. In a frenzy, she lashed out with her palm, using all her strength, with

the force of wind and thunder, striking the bastard who had been chattering in her ear.

"You shameless!"

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