【Return】(05) 【Author: (sfl0) Dr. Buwen】

Author: (sfl0) Dr. Uncultured
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Chapter
Five: Danger
The clock on the wall pointed to two in the afternoon. The curtains in the room remained closed, the large bed continued to shake
, and the pink sheets were stained deep red with bodily fluids. I had been thrusting in and out in the most primal position for nearly two
hours, ejaculating once, while Sister Ting had already reached orgasm more than ten times and was in a semi-conscious state. I wasn't
deliberately showing off or abusing her; I was simply trying to replenish her energy.
Half an hour ago, during one of her orgasms, Sister Ting unintentionally uttered "Husband," which stirred my heart and caused me
to release the two "dragon pearls" from my penis, resulting in her vaginal discharge, directly ejaculating her purest yin essence, and then
fainting. I could only try my best to absorb the yin essence and then return some of my yang essence to her through ejaculation. After
all, she couldn't absorb it herself; only by directly shooting yang essence into her uterus and relying on external force to replenish her yin essence could I prevent her from becoming
seriously ill.
As I thrust in and out, I fed her some yang energy in return. Gradually, she awoke, and her first reaction was to
smile sweetly at me, saying, "Kiss me, Kun!" At that moment, she had long forgotten about the issue of being dirty.
I pressed my lips to hers, capturing her tongue within my mouth
. I channeled my inner energy, containing pure yang energy, into her mouth. Although she didn't understand what I was doing, she must have felt very comfortable, and her kiss became even more passionate. After
seven or eight kisses, she had fully recovered and said somewhat shyly, "Kun, let's rest for a while
. I don't feel that emptiness down there anymore."
I lay down, letting her lie on top of me. Although our lower bodies were still connected, there were no extra
movements; we were simply quietly enjoying the most intimate state of union.
"Sis, is it comfortable?"
"Mmm!"
"How comfortable?"
"Very, very comfortable!"
"That's good, call me 'husband' again!"
"What? I won't!"
"Why?"
"No reason, I should be asking you why you're calling me?"
"I've made you feel good, why won't you call me 'husband'?"
"Hmm..." My absurd logic left Sister Ting speechless for a moment.
"Call me, be good! Good sister!"
"No!"
"You already called me, just one more time, please! I love to hear it!"
"When did I call you that? I don't remember!"
Just as I was about to unleash a Dragon Ball to force her, Faye Wong's "Legend" suddenly came to my ears, and Sister Ting's phone
rang, probably from her handbag that had fallen to the ground. Sister Ting patted my chest and said, "Let me get up and answer
the phone." I didn't move my arms away from her; instead, I sat up, then squatted down again, picked up my bag
, and handed it to her so she could find her phone herself. Throughout the whole process, our lower bodies were tightly connected.
"Kun Kun, sit still and don't move. It's Xing Yun calling!"
I obediently sat down on the edge of the bed as she instructed, continuing to hold her in my arms. Her legs wrapped around my
waist, her small feet crossed and interlocked above my glutes to steady me, before I answered the phone—
"
Third Aunt, are you done sleeping?"
"Just about to get up! What's wrong?"
"Oh, that's good! I'm at your apartment complex, I'll be right in. Remember to open the door for me, I only had
the access card, I forgot my keys. Okay, see you in a bit!" Before Sister Ting could react, the call had already ended. Xing
Yun really treats this place like a second home; it's a miracle I haven't run into her these past few days! Oh no
, she's almost home, this is no joke. In her haste, Sister Ting immediately tried to pull herself
out of my penis, but the exhaustion from the exertion prevented her from getting up. Instead, her vagina pushed my penis back in
, this time hitting her G-spot directly, causing her to let out another long moan!
I suddenly remembered that Xing Yun didn't have a key to get in—this was a perfect opportunity! I lifted her legs with my arms
and stood up again, the domineering position causing her to groan twice more.
"What are you doing?"
"Call me 'husband,' or you won't get down!"
"Hey! Stop it! What time is it! Xing Yun will be up soon, if we're discovered,
how will we face anyone!"
"So you have to call me 'husband' right now! If you do, I'll let you down."
"Hmph!" Zhu Yuting frowned, pushed me, and began to twist her waist, trying to get rid of my
penis. Fearing she might fall from the exertion, I dared not resist her forcefully. Instead, I channeled my energy into my lower body, using
the "Golden Turtle Locking Yin" technique. My glans immediately swelled, generating a suction force that firmly held onto her clitoris
, preventing her from pulling away. After several attempts, she realized it was futile, only causing her to leak
even more vaginal fluid. Seeing me looking at her smugly, her eyes reddened, and she cried, sobbing, "What time is
it? You're still bullying me!"
A woman's tears are truly a powerful weapon. I couldn't bear to continue this entanglement, so I put her down and mumbled
, "I'm sorry, sister! I acted impulsively!"
To my surprise, she immediately stopped crying and smiled, even tiptoeing to kiss me on the cheek, whispering, "Good boy, husband!"
Then, blushing, she began rummaging through drawers for clothes.
When the knock came at the door, I was already impeccably dressed, sitting on the living room sofa, having deliberately
chosen the side seat.
Sister Ting welcomed Xing Yun in. This was the second time I'd met my cousin; the last time I saw her, she was just a
chubby little baby in swaddling clothes. She had short hair that just reached her neck, wore a lemon-yellow sweater with a large, wavy collar
, a khaki wool knee-length skirt, and rose-colored stockings; she looked quite lively and outgoing. Unfortunately...
Her face was full of unhappiness, and she was muttering complaints to Sister Ting. Suddenly, she saw me and quickly
stopped.
I quickly stood up, nodded, and then introduced myself as we had agreed: "Hello! I'm Sister Ting's
cousin, my name is Yu Fei. I happened to be in Linjiang for a few days on a business trip, so I came to visit my cousin."
Xing Yun was obviously a little embarrassed. She subconsciously tidied her hair and clothes, nodded slightly to me
, and said, "Oh, Uncle! I am, um, your cousin is my third aunt. I, I just came to visit
, sorry!" Her tone clearly had lost its previous resentment.
Hearing "Uncle," I almost burst out laughing, but Sister Ting laughed out loud. I said quickly, "No,
don't be so formal now. I'm only a few years older than you, just call me Yu Fei."
"Oh," she just responded without saying anything. Then she sat down at the far
end of the sofa, which was a little away from me. It seemed she was still a little embarrassed.
Sister Ting seemed even more nervous, her speech becoming incoherent, constantly asking Xing Yun why she had come. Xing Yun always had
a hesitant expression, glancing at me every now and then. It seemed my cousin had something private to tell Sister Ting
, so I wisely said I was going out to buy something and that it was more practical to hurry to the property management office to continue reviewing the surveillance footage.
The afternoon passed quickly, and it was almost seven o'clock when I received Sister Ting's call to tell me to go home for dinner .
The information we could get from the video was still very limited, because there were no surveillance cameras installed in the stairwells, and only the top floor and the first
floor had cameras. The killer could easily have taken the elevator to a floor below or above ours and then walked to the fourth floor
. Sigh! Criminal investigation is truly a complex subject!
Fortunately, I didn't come away empty-handed. Two visitors were very suspicious. First, they were both wearing hats with very long brims
; second, they hadn't shown their faces on the cameras since entering the complex. Unless it was intentional
, it's impossible for them to walk like that normally. One was tall and the other short, and because they walked relatively slowly and were wearing loose,
ordinary clothes, it was difficult to determine their gender. I watched their movements over and over again, about ten times, memorizing
their distinctive features. Next time I see them,
I'm about 80% sure I'll recognize them. Back home for dinner, Xing Yun called me "Uncle" again. It wasn't that I minded being called old—after all,
I'd impersonated a seventy-something-year-old grandfather before—but she's my cousin, and being called "Uncle" made me feel a little uncomfortable
. But as dinner progressed, I suddenly realized "Uncle" was actually a good title, because she was also
calling Sister Ting "Third Aunt." "Uncle" and "Aunt"—a perfect pair, right? Haha, gradually I got used to
the title, and even started to enjoy it.
My good mood didn't last long. While Xing Yun was in the bathroom, Sister Ting told me that Xing
Yun would be staying tonight, but I could continue to stay in my own room, since Xing Yun had her own room here. My
wonderful sex life, which had just begun, was interrupted just like that. Sigh!
"Why didn't you encourage her to keep watch?" "
She didn't leave until after 1 a.m. last night, and she argued with my older brother this morning, of course she doesn't want to go home."
"She's over twenty, she's already working, why is she running away from home like a child?"
"No, it's not that, she—" Sister Ting was about to explain when the bathroom door opened, "I
'll talk to you later when I have time."
So the three of us watched the boring TV, I spoke almost expressionlessly, each of us having something
we wanted to say but couldn't. The awkward atmosphere made me feel suffocated, and I couldn't help but hope that the killer would suddenly appear
and I would just kill him. Unfortunately, nothing happened. I could only start counting the bubbles the little fish in the fish tank were blowing
. The rectangular fish tank, about a meter long and half a meter wide, was placed near the door of the balcony, with small pebbles at the bottom.
The colorful pebbles, combined with the lights and the artificial rockery, really gave it a bit of an underwater world feel
.
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...

Since Master Ding had spoken, he had naturally prepared a long list of reasons. First, this Daolong was Master's youngest junior
brother and also the last disciple of Grandmaster. Unfortunately, he was too young when he entered the sect, and Grandmaster passed away early, so he was
basically raised by his senior brothers and sisters. Master basically treated this Uncle Daolong as a nephew, so
it was only right that he help. Secondly, this Daolong had already become a South Korean citizen, changed his name to Han Dalong, and was
the president of some large company; the reward for being his bodyguard would definitely be very generous. Furthermore, the bodyguard position was only temporary; he
would find an international bodyguard company to take over as soon as possible… There were a whole bunch of reasons, but only two truly appealed to me
: one was that the work location was in Linjiang, and I hadn't lived here for long. To fulfill my father's last wish,
I really needed to have another identity here. The second reason was that this young uncle was
a descendant of a Bai ethnic priest who had lived in Xishuangbanna before going abroad in the late 1980s; perhaps I could find some
news about my mother from him.
I dressed in a black suit, white shirt, and black tie, just like in the movie, and even prepared sunglasses. The meeting
place was the Huayou Hotel again, what a coincidence. I couldn't help but think of that beauty from a week ago. If it weren't for her
seductive charm, I probably would have contacted her long ago and had something happen between us. But I really didn't want to accept
the additional attribute of being a "husband-killer".
Everything was arranged. I went directly to the lobby manager, who led me to the hotel's deputy general manager
. The deputy general manager then led me to the VIP elevator, which required a card to access, and took me directly to the 19th floor. As
soon as the elevator doors opened, a super-strong man was waiting at the entrance. He was nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist,
almost like a Japanese sumo wrestler. The deputy general manager didn't even step out of the elevator; he simply gestured politely to me
, indicating that I should follow this man. After watching me exit the elevator, the deputy general manager bowed deeply to me
before closing the doors.
The strong man nodded to me, then extended his right hand, which resembled a small fan, and introduced himself: "
Hello, Mr. Xing! I am Cui Xiuyi, the security general manager of Huayou Group. Welcome!" His voice was soft and his words friendly
, but his pronunciation was clearly not Chinese, and his attitude was quite arrogant.
The moment my hand touched his, I noticed he was clearly increasing his grip. He was trying to intimidate me, I
wondered if it was the manager's own doing or his junior apprentice's instruction. I didn't fight back, but instead
kept rotating my wrist, changing the angle of my grip, so he couldn't firmly grasp my fingers, let alone crush
them. In just a few seconds, sweat beaded on his forehead. He suddenly reached out his left hand, grabbing my
right hand with both hands. I flicked my wrist upwards, then downwards, then thrust forward, pulling
back abruptly before fully applying force.
The whole process was using his grip strength to my advantage, forcing him to fight himself, ultimately losing his balance and
stumbling forward, almost kneeling. I had no grudge against him, and we were practically on the same side, so I couldn't let
him lose face. Halfway back, I changed my right hand into a fist, grabbing his hand and helping him regain his balance
.
Cui Xiuyi straightened up, bowed respectfully to me, and said, "Mr. Xing, your skills are truly remarkable. Please
follow me!"
The rooms on the entire floor were arranged in a circular pattern, varying in size, seemingly chaotic, but actually subtly corresponding to the sixty-four
hexagrams. I stopped at the Tai hexagram position. Cui Xiuyi turned and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Xing?"
"Isn't this the one?" I asked, somewhat surprised.
"Oh, this is our vice president's room. The president's room is further ahead."
"Eh, that doesn't make sense! This room corresponds to the Tai hexagram, which is very auspicious! Why doesn't Mr. Han use it?"
"Oh! Mr. Xing is indeed impressive. The president also said this room is very auspicious, so he gave it to the vice president. He himself,
because of his innate lack of Yang energy, is in the room facing due south." Cui Xiuyi's face showed admiration.
I'd heard from my master that my junior uncle's innate Yang energy was insufficient, so he chose a room in the Qian hexagram position, using the hexagram to
supplement his innate energy—quite a painstaking effort.
The destination was finally reached. Cui Xiuyi pressed the electronic lock to open the door. Inside was a small cubicle
, entirely decorated with natural-colored peach wood panels. A security camera was visible in the northeast corner. After half a minute, the door
opened automatically. Cui Xiuyi remained in the cubicle, motionless, waiting for the door to close again.
Upon entering, I saw the huge, transparent fishpond in the center of the room, decorated with
rocks and plants, and schools of red carp swimming within. Two potted orange trees stood near the entrance.
Dark dragon patterns on the floor formed three horizontal lines, echoing the long table, wide sofa, and bookshelf across the fishpond
, creating a hexagram. Two people sat on the sofa, a man and a woman. The man was likely my junior uncle, and the
woman was Han Zhijia. I felt a sudden jolt in my heart.
Before coming here, I hadn't been unaware of this possibility. After all, in an ordinary city like Linjiang,
there were probably no more than ten wealthy South Koreans staying at the Huayou Hotel, and only about five of them were beautiful
. And there was likely only one with the surname Han. I was genuinely afraid of running into her again, because her attraction to me
was exceptionally strong. Besides her stunning appearance, which would make any man drool, there was also the innate
mutual attraction between our yin and yang. But yang is associated with a wife who brings good fortune, while yin is associated with a husband who brings misfortune. It was like facing a poisoned
dessert—both desirable and frightening.
As soon as Han Zhijia saw me, her eyes lit up as she stood up. She had dyed a few
strands of her chestnut-brown straight hair blonde, which fell neatly over her shoulders. She wore a white striped floral knit top with a
wide, heart-shaped neckline, revealing her delicate collarbones and a hint of cleavage. Her bra appeared to be a strapless, shallow
cup. She wore a fitted grey pencil skirt decorated with small, diamond-shaped ochre patterns. The hem was 20cm above the knee
, revealing her thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings, and a pair of 10cm black high heels adorned with rhinestones and buckles.
She looked incredibly sexy, which made my lower body tense again.
"I didn't expect it to really be you, my savior!" She came over directly and naturally took my hand,
as if we were very familiar friends.
"Hello, Miss Han, what a coincidence!"
"Not at all, please sit down. This is my father!"
I quickly straightened my posture and bowed to my junior uncle, then respectfully said, "Greetings, Uncle Dao! Your disciple Xing Kun greets you
!" As I spoke, I made a Tai Chi hand gesture in front of my chest, with the left hand above the right and the right hand below, a traditional greeting from our sect
. Dao Long
, with his handsome face and graying temples, raised both hands in return, but his right hand was placed
above his left. He laughed heartily, "Good! Third Senior Brother has taken on a fine disciple! I
saw you shaking hands with Manager Cui on the security camera earlier; it was excellent. You won people over without hurting them—truly a combination of benevolence, wisdom, and courage! Please sit down!
" He had a neatly trimmed mustache, and his smile gave him the air of a British gentleman.
I quickly raised my hand and said a few words of humility before carefully sitting down. Han Zhijia didn't shy away from politeness, smiling as he sat down
beside me, but he didn't take my hand again.
"By the way, in front of outsiders, please call me President Han; in private, you can call me Uncle-Master.
I haven't used the name Daolong for a long time, so let's not mention it!" As he spoke, Uncle-Master Han pulled out a
small wooden table from under the sofa, then took out a tea set from the cabinet next to him and began to brew tea. I could only nod in agreement and obediently
watch him perform the tea ceremony.
Han Zhijia, like a mischievous child, completely ignored our silence and said with a smile, "Big..."
" My benefactor, I told my dad how you beat those guys, and he said you might be from the same sect as him. Then he
called my senior uncle, and as soon as he heard your name, he knew it was you!" Good heavens! Are you determined to kill me
? My master is too ruthless! He actually set a trap for his only disciple, and he even told me about bodyguards! Damn it!
A CEO of a multinational corporation doesn't need bodyguards! Sigh! It's all my fault for trusting Master Ding too easily.
"Weren't you confused that day? How do you remember how I beat them?" Could it be that this beautiful senior sister
didn't need my help that day?
"Oh, I don't know either. I've been like this since I was little. Anything I've seen, even if I was
n't fully awake when I saw it, I can remember it perfectly with my eyes closed! Although I was dizzy that day
, after I came back, I remembered everything perfectly with my eyes closed!" The Nine Yin Body has this ability? That's amazing
!
"Incredible!" I couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.
"By the way, I've already dry-cleaned your clothes, and I even bought you a few more sets in your size. I hope you
don't mind!"
"Um, Senior Sister, isn't that unnecessary? Why spend money on this?"
"Hehe, Xing Kun, come and try my tea ceremony!" After a long silence, Uncle Han poured me a cup of
tea and handed it to me.
"The tea smells wonderful, but I don't quite understand what's so good about it. Please excuse my poor attempt, Uncle!"
"You're so honest. There aren't many young people like you these days. By the way, you don't need to call her 'Senior Sister,'
she hasn't joined the sect yet. Just call her by her name!"
"Well, calling her by her name directly seems a bit disrespectful!"
"What's with all the formalities? We're not native South Koreans, we don't need to worry about honorifics
." Uncle Han handed his daughter another cup of tea, then asked, "Jiajia, you tell me,
what should this little brother call you?"
"Anything is fine! Call me 'Sister,' and I'll call you 'Little Brother' from now on." Han Zhijia replied with a smile.
"Okay, Hello, Sister!"
"Hello, Little Brother! Little Brother is so nice!" "Hehe, you two are really a pair of clowns! Xing Kun, she's sixteen years older than you, 　　she's overjoyed
when you call her 'Sister' !" Ah!
"Nine Yin Charming Bone is truly formidable! Han Zhijia looks only three or five
years older than me, but I never imagined she'd be over forty. Her appearance and skin are so youthful, and even her personality is like a child's. If she
were in an ancient imperial harem, she would definitely be a femme fatale who could topple kingdoms!
" "Pah! Don't talk nonsense!" Han Zhijia was quite displeased that her father had revealed her age.
"No, actually, my sister looks about the same age as me!"
"Really? You're not lying to me, are you?"
"Absolutely!"
"I believe you."
"Xing Kun!" Uncle Han suddenly said seriously, "I've called you here for two main reasons. First,
to express my gratitude for saving Jiajia last time! Second, I have some business to attend to back in South Korea, and I
hope you can take Jiajia around and act as her tour guide and bodyguard." "
So I really do need a bodyguard! I thought Uncle was just teasing me!"
"Hehe, just kidding, just kidding! Actually, there's no danger. It's just that it's rare for her to have someone
she likes to play with, so I feel much more at ease! By the way, I have some things to do. You two chat for a while, then
have lunch together. You're free to do whatever you want this afternoon!" As he spoke, my uncle stood up and, walking past me,
suddenly bent down and whispered in my ear, "Third Senior Brother said you have the Nine Yang True Fire, while my daughter
has the Nine Yin Charming Bone. If you feel a connection, you might as well spend more time together." He then laughed and left.
Only the two of us remained in the room, and I couldn't help but feel a little restless. Clearly, both Uncle Han and his daughter had a good
impression of me, and I was also quite interested in this older sister. But I was really afraid of the backlash from the Nine Yin Charming Bone; maybe
I was just drinking poison to quench my thirst and bringing about my own destruction! Maybe I should ask Master another day which is more powerful, the Nine Yin or the Nine Yang
?
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If it were my dad, he'd probably say it's fine if I suddenly wanted to sell drugs, no matter what. As parents,
is it better to interfere more or to completely let go? Most people would say moderation is best, but where exactly
is moderation? Nobody really knows!
After finishing with Xing Yun, I tentatively asked Sister Ting if she had offended anyone or made enemies
. Unfortunately, she seemed completely unaware, and of course, I dared not tell her that someone was plotting to kill her. Just as I was about to get
a little affectionate with her, Xing Yun, who had finished showering, interrupted me! Damn it, my two blood-related sisters
are such a thorny problem; my god-sisters Tingting and Lingling are much more well-behaved!
The
next morning, I took a taxi and dropped the two beautiful women off at the south gate of "Wind Chime Community." Before I even got out of the car,
my phone flashed a text message from Tingting. She said her godfather wanted me to meet him; he had something to
tell me, and she would be there to help with the protection. She'd also brought several of her henchmen with her. I told Tingting
I had a job interview and then took another taxi.
Luckily, it was Saturday morning, and there weren't many cars. I arrived at Jiefang Road in less than half an hour. After getting out of the taxi, I walked...
He knocked on an iron gate, and an old man opened it, asking indifferently, "Who are you looking for?"
"Hello! Please look for Master Huang Qiang in the boiler room."
"Oh, him! You wait here!" He leisurely returned to his small room, picked up the landline on the table,
and began dialing. The call connected, and he explained the situation to the other party, exchanged a few polite words, and then hung up
. Seven or eight minutes later, a middle-aged man in a dark blue work uniform with a crew cut came out—it was my
godfather, Huang Qiang. Who would have thought that the notorious "Ghost San'er" of Linjiang's underworld was actually
a boiler operator in the municipal government compound?
My godfather was originally a bottle blower in a utensil factory, known for his righteousness, which attracted a group of friends from all walks of life
. One night more than twenty years ago, my adoptive father encountered a demobilized soldier who had missed the last bus. He took him to his home
for the night and treated him to a meal. The next morning, he specially arranged for a friend who ran a motorcycle taxi to take the soldier to his new
workplace. This regimental-level officer, grateful for the favor, transferred my adoptive father
to the municipal government compound as the logistics team leader after becoming a deputy bureau chief—a position with a government-appointed post, equivalent to a section-level cadre. His actual job, however, was simply
directing a few young men to keep the boiler running. The officials and cadres passing by would call him "Master Huang" casually
, completely unaware that he lived next door to a gangster.
My adoptive father chuckled at the gatekeeper, offered him a cigarette, and offered a few more compliments before leading me
inside. We arrived at a small courtyard with a large water tower in the middle, its chimney billowing black smoke. Following
him, we went up three iron staircases and entered a small room. This must be his temporary dormitory. The furnishings were old
, but it was quite clean. He first gestured for me to sit down, then took out a large enamel mug, poured some hot water in
front of me, and placed it before me. He then picked up a worn-out teacup and drank deeply.
"Little Kun, about the 'bayonet' thing you asked me to inquire about yesterday, there's some news. Recently, five bayonets have
come to Linjiang to do business, and four have already been found, but none of them are related to your matter. But there's still one we haven't
caught up with. It must be a master, but it should be soon. Big Dog is handling it; you know his nose for things
, he always gets around to it after dark." Dog was indeed a first-rate informant.
"Yes, thank you for your concern, Grandpa!"
"That's nothing. There's something else you need to be careful about."
"Grandpa, please speak!"
"You need to understand that you're currently seeking justice for the Xing family under the identity of Xing Kun. This is
a legitimate matter, and you can do whatever you want with it. But now, because of Xing Kun, you're resorting to underworld
methods. Aren't you afraid someone will link you to the identity of Yu Fei? After all, only your
two sisters and I know your true identity. This matter involves many people. I trust Big Dog and Missing Ear
, but their subordinates are another story. You'd better be cautious."
Yu Fei, this incarnation, is a real person, Master's biological son, eight years older than me. He was exceptionally
intelligent from a young age, learning both literary and martial arts with ease. However, at seventeen, he was targeted for revenge for his act of bravery. He was drugged,
pushed into a river, and after being rescued, became mentally disabled. He now lives in a sanatorium in a suburban county of Yunnan
, with the mental capacity of a five or six-year-old. My master's wife passed away early, and my master always cherished Yu Fei. This incident
traumatized my master, leading him to become a beggar for a time. It was then that he met me, and we became master and disciple. It's said that I
bear a resemblance to this senior brother, which is why I had two identities after reaching adulthood. Only when my adoptive father mentioned this did I
realize how inconsiderate I had been in handling this matter, completely forgetting the importance of keeping my identity a secret.
"Young people are bound to be impulsive, especially since you haven't encountered many relatives before. It's understandable
. I've already covered for you this time, saying I just happened to be interested in your aunt's beauty and had someone investigate. Just remember
to be adaptable, and if you really encounter difficulties, remember to tell me. Actually, the main reason I called you here
is to tell you something else important!"
"Yes, Grandpa's right! Please continue!"
"Qian Zhengge is dead!"
"He was over eighty years old, it's normal for him to die!"
"He died peacefully, I heard he was walking in the park and got tired, sat down by the roadside and never got up again.
With his death, there's definitely going to be another big battle!"
"Grandpa, Old Man Qian's territory wasn't that big, just the World Trade Center area. He seemed to have a lot of money
, but it was limited. And it's said that the leaders of the various branches supported him because of his seniority
!"
"It doesn't matter how big the territory is, the key is the location!"
"World Trade Center is indeed paved with gold, but it's limited in size, and most of it is legitimate money—only those who
follow the official and commercial paths can make a fortune!"
"It's not that simple! There was a reason why this area was allocated to him when the spoils were being divided! It was precisely because—
"
"Oh, I see. It was the central area between the various gangs. It was like a neutral country,
easing tensions between them." "
Hmm, you've finally woken up. Back then, it was the center of the eight major gangs. Everyone used his old money as a guarantee
, ensuring no major conflicts arose. In recent years, Linjiang has basically been reduced to just me and Crazy Pig's territory
. Of course, this is also thanks to you helping me make a lot of money through the underworld in Southeast Asia these past few years. Money is the only hard
truth! With only two factions left, but the central area still there, it's like the 38th parallel!
Things have been peaceful for years, but now that the leader is gone, their people will look for new backers. Crazy Pig and I will probably be directly
at odds." "
So, what does Grandpa mean?"
"I hope you can settle your family feud soon so you can help me more! Besides, I might be
short-handed lately, and if you want to use people from the underworld for anything, I might not have the time! Also, you need to protect
your identity and not expose yourself," Fei Yu added, "but you're still one of my hidden cards."
Just as I was about to reply, my godfather and I both had our phones ring. Mine was Ting Jie's, and his was Tingting's. My godfather waved
me away and went out to answer the phone. I heard Ting Jie crying on my end. Had something serious happened to her
? I quickly pressed her for an answer.
Ting-jie cried as she said, "I'm at the Second Hospital, someone's injured!"
"Who? I'm so glad you're not hurt, sister!" I thought that as long as the Xing family didn't die, a little injury would make me
happier.
"Xiao-ying and I are fine, but another girl is injured. Xiao-ying and I went to Jinglin to help your uncle choose a burial plot
. When we came out, a few people suddenly appeared and demanded payment. We ignored them. Then they threatened to beat us up. Luckily,
some young people who were hiking came, and the girl was stabbed twice. She's in the hospital getting stitches now!
It was so dangerous! You have to come quickly!"
I rushed out. My godfather had just finished a phone call. Ting-ting really was injured; one of her henchmen called
. After Ting-jie and Zhang Xiao-ying finished looking at the burial plot, they went for a walk around the back mountain. While walking through the orchard, someone instigated
the fruit farmers to come and collect payment, deliberately causing trouble. The two women ran away. The instigator seized the opportunity to strike, but
was blocked by Tingting, who had been following him. Tingting was stabbed twice. After the henchmen arrived, the assailant incited the villagers to say that thugs were beating people, and 　　then
escaped in the chaos. However, Brother Gou had already received the news and was tracking him; this time, he definitely wouldn't be able to escape Linjiang 　　. 　　Sister
Ting
is really a worry; why did she 　　go and help someone buy a burial plot again without even discussing it 　　with me beforehand? My godfather told me to go to the Second Hospital to see Tingting immediately. 　　His last words before leaving made 　　me feel uneasy. ********** ... 　　Tingting's injuries weren't as serious as she made it out to be. She only had two abrasions on her left arm, just from the scuffle. 　　Tingting's kung fu was taught to her by her adoptive father, and I'd also taught her a few dodging techniques. While she couldn't compare to Lingling, 　　she was certainly more than capable of beating a trained fighter. After being bandaged, she sat leaning against the hospital bed. Tingting was really making 　　a mountain out of a molehill; it was just a minor injury, yet she'd pulled strings to get a private room. Two thugs, posing as friends, stood 　　guard at the door. 　　Taking advantage of the fact that it was just the two of us, Tingting winked at me and smiled, "Brother, your aunt's gotten herself into a lot of trouble 　　. That knife is definitely professionally made; it's a replica military dagger, not some amateurish thing—just relying on 　　ruthlessness and strength to make a living." 　　"This little beauty has really improved!" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them 　　. When I left my adoptive father earlier, he'd told me that Tingting seemed to have a thing for me and that I should be nice to her. I didn't want anything to happen between me and this "little sister"; 　　I'd always really only ever considered her a sister. 　　Before I could say anything more, Sister Ting had already come in. On her left was Xing Yun, who had arrived before me 　　. On her right was Zhang Xiaoying, pale-faced and expressionless. Her father had passed away, and she was tactfully dressed in 　　black. She looked surprised when she saw me. Damn! I'd forgotten about her. I shouldn't have come so hastily. 　　How am I going to explain this? 　　Xing Yun was very generous, introducing Zhang Xiaoying and me: "Yingying, this Uncle Yu is my third aunt 　　's cousin; this is my cousin Xiaoying, my aunt's daughter." 　　Sister Ting was quite embarrassed and quickly changed the subject: "Xiaofei, this little girl saved us today. You 　　have no idea, those mountain people are so barbaric. They'll beat you up for a few words, and they even dared to use knives." 　　Oh, my naive Sister Ting! 　　I quickly pretended to introduce myself to Tingting and thanked her. Tingting seemed quite surprised that I had suddenly 　　changed from her nephew to her cousin, and that she called herself Yu Fei. I immediately gave her a wink, and she sensibly 　　exchanged a few polite words with me. 　　Tingting, a mix of nervousness and excitement, said to me, "Xiao Fei, do you know? This girl happened to be on 　　a company hiking trip today, and she saved me! Plus, her name also has the character 'Ting' in it, we really have 　　a connection." 　　"Yeah, it's so fate!" I said, secretly giving Tingting a knowing smile, which she immediately returned 　　with a sweet smile. Wait, could she really have feelings for me? I've never sensed it before, but today 　　the way she looks at me seems a little off. Is she really harboring feelings for me, or am I being influenced by my godfather's words ? Not only Tingting, but Zhang Xiaoying also kept glancing at me, seemingly trying to 　　find a flaw 　　in my cousin-like identity . 　　Three women make a drama, let alone four. They chattered incessantly, and I couldn't get a word in 　　edgewise, so I just watched TV again. I was born in Xishuangbanna, always on the move, and hardly ever experienced the stable family life others enjoy 　　. My childhood memories are of traveling with my father; later, I followed my master 　　in cultivation, mostly in the mountains and by the water; then I helped my adoptive father, mainly traveling in Southeast Asia. So 　　television has basically been a foreign concept to me. Perhaps God wanted to compensate me, because lately I've been watching TV almost every day 　　. 　　I wanted to use the excuse of needing to pee, but I discovered that this high-class hospital room has a private bathroom. Unfortunately, I don't smoke, and I 　　couldn't use a nicotine craving as an excuse to leave. Just as I was feeling utterly bored, Tingting yawned several times. Seeing this, my sister 　　told her to rest and we'd come back to see her tomorrow. I was the last to leave the room, nodding to Tingting. 　　She actually blew me a kiss, which startled me so much that I quickly closed the door. 　　First, I took the still-shaken Zhang Xiaoying home. I wanted to take Xing Yun home too, but she absolutely refused 　　to leave. Looks like I'll be sleeping alone again tonight. 　　************ 　　Dog Brother's nose is no joke; I received a text message early the next morning saying that Bayonet had been arrested in the middle of the night 　　and was being tortured at Uncle Er's nightclub. Ah, finally I don't have to worry about Sister Ting's danger anymore. I easily 　　took her and Xing Yun to Fengling Residential Area. Afterwards, I took a taxi alone to Suoziwan Wharf. On the way, I couldn't help but 　　think about what Sister Ting had casually told me last night. 　　She seemed to particularly like Tingting, and after hearing that Tingting was an orphan, she wanted to adopt her as her goddaughter.

Good thing Tingting doesn't have a mother either, which is a good choice. This way, Tingting can openly
appear around me and offer me a lot of help. The downside is that my godfather just told me to actively
prepare for battle, and I've left him without a capable assistant. Plus, Tingting's inexplicable
feelings for me yesterday are giving me a headache… Sigh, I'll stop thinking about that now. The more important thing is to find
the mastermind behind the hired assassins.
Uncle Er's real name is Kang Daguo. Because he burned his left earlobe as a child, he got the nickname "Missing Ear."
He's fiercely independent and righteous. His nightclub—or rather, club or retreat now—is built on a
three-story observation deck called "Moonlight on the River."
In the taxi, I secretly used my inner energy to alter some of my facial muscles, transforming myself into "Flying Fish" Yu Fei.
This change was so subtle that even the driver didn't notice much difference; at most, he thought he hadn't seen me
clearly. People's faces always have some distinctive features that allow familiar people to quickly recognize them. Therefore, the simplest
way to disguise oneself is to subtly change these features by manipulating one's internal energy to produce subtle changes in the muscles. In this way
, even if someone familiar sees you, they will only think that you look somewhat similar but are not the same person. However, this disguise technique has a drawback
: changing the muscles is not difficult, but changing them back requires a lot of internal energy. Therefore, if
used multiple times in one day, one's internal energy will definitely be severely damaged.
Uncle Er was already waiting for me on the barge. We boarded the large ship together and went directly down to the lower deck to
the cabin where the assassin was locked up.
In the dim light, the assassin, whose hands and feet were chained, had been beaten black and blue, and his face was completely
bloody. If he hadn't been naked, I would have been almost unable to tell his gender. Uncle Er ordered his men to pour
a bucket of ice water over the assassin. The assassin awoke coughing, staring at us in terror. He hissed in a hoarse voice
, "Damn it, I'm just a bloodsucker, trying to make a living. Is this necessary? We're all in this together
, be careful, you'll get your comeuppance
! "
"Come on, who told you to do this? Tell me and you're out!" Uncle Er asked gently.
"I already told you, I don't know!"
"Hmm, brother, you're a good man!" Uncle Er gave him a thumbs up. "Come on, give the hero a hot pot of eel, let
him replenish his strength."
I knew he was about to use his most famous torture method again. Several burly men carried in a large bronze vat,
filling it with water for twenty minutes. Then two men brought out two buckets of water, poured the contents of the vat over, and dozens
of eels immediately began to wriggle and jump in the water.
"How's it going? My eel is fresh, isn't it? I wonder if you, sir, find it acceptable?" Uncle Er asked with a loud laugh
, his tone as if he were chatting with a friend.
The assassin, already suspended in mid-air by chains, was hanging directly above the water tank. He seemed to have realized something and began
to struggle desperately, screaming, "You fucking bastard, if you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one! Stop with these underhanded tactics
!"
"A one-on-one fight? You're fucking in my hands now, and you've lost your mind to fight me? You've been watching too many movies, haven't you
? Hahaha!" Uncle Er revealed his wild nature. "I offered you eel soup, and you're still not satisfied? Then I'll
feed you to the eels. I wonder where the eels will bite you next? Maybe they'll bite off your dick in one bite
! Hey! Last time, some son of a bitch had an eel crawl into his ass and eat his rectum. He screamed for an hour
begging me to kill him! But I just couldn't bring myself to do it! I'm just too kind-hearted; I can't do anything too bad
."
As he spoke, the chains began to sag, and the assassin's toes could almost touch the water's surface, watching dozens of
eels half-surface to breathe. Because his hands and feet were chained, he could only desperately twist his waist, like a
fish struggling for survival. Gradually, his feet were submerged in water, and the eels scattered in all directions. But as his calves entered
the water, some eels began to swim around his legs, and a few even tried to touch his leg hair. His face turned
deathly pale, and he deflated like a punctured balloon, crying out, "Big brother, big brother, I'll tell you, I'll tell you! The
person who gave me the money was an internet cafe owner. I can give you his address and phone number, but I really don't know anything else!"
"Leave the rest to Big Dog!" Uncle Er said easily after sending the message while standing on the deck
.
"Uncle Er is really something! I've never seen anyone continue to play the hero in front of an eel pot." I immediately
flattered him.
"That's the truth. In the end, everyone is afraid of death, especially those who make a living off blood. The more people you've killed
, the more afraid you are of dying, and even more afraid of dying but not being able to." Uncle Er lit a cigarette.
"Uncle Er, did you really put anyone in that eel hotpot?"
"Hehe, well, that's a secret! Hahaha! It's still early, want to go up and have some fun? I don't know if
the boss is looking for a change of pace lately, he's actually showing interest in a respectable woman. We've never seen this woman before
, I wonder if it's worth all this commotion. Oh, right, some new stock arrived these past few days,
Xiao Fei, can you check it out for me?"
"I'd love to, but I have some things to take care of with Grandpa. Next time I must come to Uncle Er's boat and have a couple of
rounds! Hahaha!" Prostitution is no big deal to me, because I'm immune to all poisons, those shameful
illnesses are completely ineffective against me. It's just that after getting married, I promised my wife I would never do it again, so there won't
be a next time.
Having solved a big problem, I feel relieved. Now I'm just waiting for Xing Yun to go home and stay there, so as not
to delay my further development with Sister Ting. Xing Yun is an honest girl, she's not on my revenge list, so
it's better for her to stay away from me. The other family... Uncle's gone, Xing Cui must be lonely now, and my
new opportunity has come. Should I play along and pretend to be a gigolo to be with her? No, wait, her daughter saw me
again. This is really troublesome; I need to find a way to get out of this mess.
Before I knew it, I'd walked several kilometers to the small commodity wholesale market. Sigh, I'm a little hungry. I found
a small restaurant and ordered their signature fried rice. The owner, a big fat man, was frying the rice right in front of the shop. First, he spread out...
Crack two beaten eggs, then pour in cold rice and stir-fry vigorously until the egg coating coats the rice
grains. Next, add half-cooked diced pork and chicken, mixing it all together with the rice. Finally, add shredded potatoes, chopped cabbage, and shredded green peppers, season with fermented bean paste
and light soy sauce, and garnish with chopped green onions before serving. Surprisingly delicious! And it only costs ten yuan. Having worked
as a chef for a while, I couldn't help but ask the chubby chef for his fried rice technique.
Hearing my compliments, the chubby chef was overjoyed and immediately started telling me how he
came up with this cheap and delicious signature fried rice while still cooking. As they talked, the conversation drifted off-topic, and the chubby chef started boasting that
his stock trading skills were no worse than his fried rice skills, claiming he could predict which stocks would rise, but he just lacked capital…
I found it somewhat amusing but didn't want to interrupt him, so my eyes started to wander aimlessly. Suddenly
, I noticed something familiar.
A black Buick was parked on the side of the road. The screw to the left of the license plate was completely scraped off. I felt like I'd seen it somewhere before.
Just then, several burly men in military green uniforms got out and opened
all four doors in almost unison. I remembered—they were the same guys I'd run into with Sister Ting at "Yan Yu Jiang Nan" restaurant last time. But
the middle-aged man Sister Ting mistook wasn't here today. They quickly drove off!
"Damn it, finally gone!" the fat driver cursed.
"You know these guys?"
"The fire department, damn it, they collect protection money every month." The fat driver said angrily. I'd
heard that before. If the fire department says the facilities aren't up to standard, no business can open smoothly. Shops big and small
have to pay tribute regularly.
My text message beeped. It was from my godfather, asking me to pick up Tingting from the hospital. The little girl couldn't stay in the hospital
and insisted on being discharged. Fine, I didn't have anything else to do today anyway.
As soon as I entered the ward, Tingting scolded me, "Brother, quickly change your face back! I don't like this face.
" Why is she talking about liking and disliking me now? We're just siblings, don't mess around!
"I can't help it, I went to see Uncle Er today, and he won't recognize me if I don't change it."
"I don't care, quickly change it back. This face looks really sinister." Tingting had already stood up.
"It's not that dramatic, it's just a slight change, it still looks somewhat like my original face.
"
"Please change it, please change it, brother is the best!" Seeing that force wouldn't work, Tingting resorted to pleading, pulling and tugging at me with her uninjured right hand
. I had no choice but to agree to change it back once we got in the car.
After completing the discharge procedures, my assistant had already driven the Land Rover to the hospital entrance. I helped Tingting, whose face was bandaged, into the passenger
seat, and took the keys from my assistant. It wasn't easy; I was tired of taking taxis these past few days
, and finally I could drive again.

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