[Fantasy] Sun Wukong's Seven-Day Holiday (Complete) - 1-3

[Synopsis] Sun Wukong stayed at Leiyin Temple on Mount Ling for three or four years, spending his days meditating and chanting scriptures, finding the days unbearably lonely. Zhu Bajie, the Cleansing Altar Messenger, descended to the mortal realm daily to clean the altar, yearning for earthly life and boasting to Wukong, stirring Wukong's worldly desires. Wukong and Bajie asked Buddha for leave and were granted a seven-day vacation. Thus, Wukong and Bajie returned to the mortal world together, embarking on a hilarious journey of punishing evil and upholding justice: cracking down on corrupt officials, taking on gangsters; mingling in the entertainment industry, swimming among beauties… In the mortal world, Wukong is also a mortal, capable of injury and facing life-threatening situations; in the mortal world, Wukong is also a mortal, unable to resist the temptations of lust. Wukong is also a war god; powerful and influential groups are nothing but paper tigers in his eyes! Did you feel a sense of catharsis after reading this?

Chapter 001: Wukong Yearns

for the Mortal World. It is said that Tang Sanzang and his disciples had traveled thousands of miles from the Tang Dynasty to settle at Leiyin Temple on Mount Ling for quite some time.

They spent their days chanting scriptures, discussing doctrines, and meditating by striking wooden sticks; their lives were quite comfortable . At the end of each month, the four disciples, along with the White Dragon Horse, would gather as usual. All from the Tang Dynasty, they cherished this camaraderie. After their morning prayers, the five saints bid farewell to Buddha and arrived at Pigsy's residence.

Pigsy, the Cleansing Altar Messenger, was very hospitable, chuckling foolishly as he rummaged through chests and cupboards looking for food. In no time, the round table was piled high with fruits and offerings. The Victorious Fighting Buddha, Sun Wukong, was quick-witted. He grabbed a large apple and stuffed it into his mouth, snapping off more than half with a "crunch." He exclaimed, "Old Pig, your job as the Cleansing Altar Messenger is truly lucrative! You eat until your belly is round and full every day, and you can even take the leftovers home. I'm so envious!"

"Hehe, thanks to Buddha's care, I've finally solved my hunger problem."

"Brother, you're too modest! You've not just solved your hunger problem, you're practically on your way to a comfortable life!" The Eight Treasures Golden Body Arhat, Sha Wujing, gave a thumbs-up, sincerely praising him.

The Sandalwood Merit Buddha, Tang Sanzang, sat upright, not uttering a word.

"Master, would you like a banana?" Sun Wukong offered a banana, but Tang Sanzang lowered his head, seemingly not hearing it, and remained unmoved. Wukong's hand hovered in mid-air, then he awkwardly withdrew it, extremely embarrassed.

Pigsy quickly came over to smooth things over. He took the banana from Wukong's hand, smiling obsequiously, and said, "Brother, this is the Buddhist realm. Don't always try to get close to Master. It's not good if outsiders hear us. They might think we're forming a small clique, which would disrupt peace and unity. Venerable Sandalwood Buddha, please be magnanimous and don't take it to heart, Brother. Have a banana to calm your temper."

Tang Sanzang reluctantly accepted it.

Wukong was quite annoyed after being lectured by Bajie, but out of respect for Tang Sanzang, and besides, this was Bajie's home—guests are guests—he couldn't say anything. Faced with such delicious food, he could only channel his resentment into his appetite, indulging to his heart's content.

Everyone fell silent, heads down, eating heartily. All that could be heard was the crunching sound of chewing. Bajie's eating manners were as messy as ever, juice and saliva dripping onto his belly.

Tang Sanzang, unable to bear it any longer, said, "Messenger of the Clean Altar, now that you are a Bodhisattva, you should be mindful of your appearance in all things. I was your teacher, after all. Look at your appearance! If outsiders saw you like this, they would think I neglected your education. But how could they know how much effort I've poured into you unruly disciples? We've been at the Thunderclap Temple for quite some time now, haven't we? Hmm, Victorious Fighting Buddha, do you know how many days that has been?"

Sun Wukong, engrossed in dealing with the eighty-eighth banana, hurriedly replied, "Three or four years, I think. The peach tree outside the temple has borne fruit three times already."

Tang Sanzang nodded, seemingly understanding Sun Wukong's perspective . Kong's answer was somewhat satisfactory: "Not bad, it's been three or four years. As the saying goes, 'A day in heaven is a year on earth,' so by that calculation, we've been away from the Eastern Land for over a thousand years. What have you learned in these thousand years? Victorious Fighting Buddha and Clean Altar Messenger, you two just drift along day after day, like monks ringing the bell for the day, achieving nothing. Besides my daily required studies, I actively write books and papers, and have already obtained senior professional titles. Even the Eight Treasures Golden Body Arhat Sha Wujing and the Eight Heavenly Dragons Guangli Bodhisattva White Dragon Horse have obtained junior professional titles. You two still have nothing to show for yourselves, hmph!" He had an expression of disappointment and frustration.

"Oh dear, Venerable Sandalwood Merit Buddha, you've misunderstood me. I'm not lazy, I'm just busy! Since becoming the Cleansing Altar Messenger, I haven't had a single day of leisure. Every day I rush to the mortal realm to cleanse the altar, and then rush back to Mount Ling to participate in the daily required lessons. To avoid being punished by the Buddha, I dare not be late every day. How could I possibly find time to take a professional title exam?" Pigsy quickly complained.

"I get a headache just picking up a scripture, let alone taking any professional title exam. Besides, what's the use of taking that exam? It can't put food on the table! That old Buddha is just doing all this nonsense," Monkey King said dismissively. He thought to himself, "I'll pretend to be sick and not attend these hometown gatherings anymore. All I hear is the old monk rambling on and on, it's exhausting."

"Victorious Fighting Buddha, you are mistaken. The examination for professional titles is the Buddha's decree. We, as mid-to-high-level officials in the Buddhist and Bodhisattva realm, are duty-bound to obey orders. How could you utter such irresponsible words? If word gets out, neither of us will be able to keep our Buddhahood!" Tang Sanzang said with deep concern. He thought to himself, "I shouldn't get too close to this mischievous monkey in the future. He's an extremely dangerous person; who knows when he might offend the Buddha? If that happens, I might be caught in the crossfire."

The master and disciple were both preoccupied with their own thoughts, and the atmosphere at the table became somewhat somber. After sitting for a while longer, Tang Sanzang got up to take his leave. Everyone was indeed tired of his nagging and couldn't wait for him to leave. After a few insincere attempts to persuade him to stay, Tang Sanzang said he still had to write a thesis when he got back, and then he turned and left.

No sooner had Tang Sanzang left than Sun Wukong couldn't help but clap his hands and shout, "Fool, the old monk's gone! Quick, bring some wine!"

Pigsy scurried over with a large jar of vegetarian wine, chuckling, "Brother, my wine bug's fighting in my belly! Come, everyone, drink to your heart's content! I still have many treasures to spare!"

As the drinking progressed, Sun Wukong said, "Let me show you some staff techniques to liven things up!" Then he pulled the thin, needle-like "golden cudgel" from his ear, held it in his palm, and shouted, "Big, big, big!" The needle instantly transformed into an iron rod as thick as a bowl and over two zhang long.

"No! No! Senior Brother, you must keep a low profile!" Sha Wujing hurriedly stopped him. "If you move that iron cudgel, it'll shake the earth. It'll be hard for us not to be caught drinking. If Buddha finds out, we'll probably be punished."

"Sigh! I'm so bored!" Sun Wukong sighed, "I can't drink, I can't wield my cudgel, being a Buddha is too difficult! I miss the days in Flower Fruit Mountain! Back then, I had tens of thousands of monkey soldiers under my command, drinking from big bowls every day, wielding swords and cudgels, arranging formations and deploying troops—how majestic, how carefree! Now, sigh..."

Zhu Bajie frowned as well. He couldn't help but think of the days in Gao Village. Although life was hard then, he had a wife to keep him company, fanning him in the summer and warming his feet in the winter, showering him with tenderness. The warmth of a jade in one's arms, the intimacy of the bedchamber—the feeling was unimaginable to those in the Buddhist order.

"Hey, you idiot, you often go to the mortal realm to cleanse the altar, how's the situation in the East now?" Wukong asked.

"Brother, you can travel 108,000 li in a single somersault, why don't you go down and see for yourself?" Pigsy asked, puzzled.

"Hehe, I'm a mid-to-high-ranking official in the Buddhist realm, after all. How could I descend to the mortal world without the approval of the supreme leader, Buddha? I still have that much organizational discipline."

"Every day I go down to the Altar of Purification, and I frequent temples and monasteries. I only know a little about life in the mortal world. Overall, it's even more prosperous than the Tang Dynasty. There are tall buildings everywhere, and the roads are wide. The means of transportation are all kinds of things: cars on the ground, airplanes in the sky, and large ships at sea. The streets are full of women, their fragrance filling the air, their fair and smooth skin exposed..." Before he could finish speaking, drool was already dripping down the ground.

"That's wonderful!" Monkey King exclaimed excitedly, "My monkey subjects must be living well, right? It's time to go back and see them! I'll go find Buddha now and ask for a few days' leave to go back to Flower Fruit Mountain and enjoy a carefree life."

"Brother, I want to go too!" Pigsy glanced at Sandy and the White Dragon Horse's expectant eyes and said, "You two can skip this time; too many people might offend Buddha. I'll definitely take you next time."

Sun Wukong excitedly headed towards the Great Buddha Hall.

Chapter 002 The Purple-Gold Alms Bowl

Sun Wukong arrived at the Great Buddha Hall, where Buddha Tathagata was meditating. Wukong didn't dare disturb him and stood quietly to the side.

After a long while, Buddha slightly opened his eyes and asked in a booming voice, "Victorious Fighting Buddha, is there something you need?"

This old monk, knowing I'm here, only asked after so long; he's really not kind. Wukong thought to himself. He said respectfully, "I don't come to the Three Treasures Hall without a reason. This disciple requests an audience with the Buddha because I do have a request."

"Please speak."

"This disciple has been a Buddhist for over three years, diligently reciting scriptures and casting aside all worldly thoughts. Today, while meditating, I suddenly thought of the monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain from the past. I wonder if they have perished at the hands of demons, and I am deeply worried. This disciple wishes to ask the Buddha for a few days' leave to return home and visit them. I hope the Buddha will grant my request." Wukong looked worried and distressed.

"Reflecting on the past and lamenting the present is human nature. You have already taken refuge in Buddhism, and should naturally be free from worldly attachments. Know that Bodhi has no tree, and the bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the world, so where can dust settle? Being unable to let go of worldly impurities shows that your Buddhist roots are not yet pure. Going to the mortal realm to experience worldly suffering may help you understand Buddhism. How many days' leave do you wish to request?" the Buddha asked.

"Ten days is enough," Wukong said, beaming with joy. He hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. He should have asked for a few days' leave each year; how foolish of him!

"No, ten days is too long!" Buddha objected without hesitation. "You should know that one day in heaven is a year on earth. How about I give you seven days off?"

"Thank you for your permission, Buddha!" Seven days was already more than enough; it meant seven years of carefree and joyful life in the mortal realm—it was wonderful! He'd wake up smiling even in his sleep.

"Go back and chant sutras if you have nothing else to do," Buddha waved his large, fan-like hand.

"Buddha, I have another request," Wukong said, remembering Bajie's instructions.

"Another one? One request after another, when will this ever end? Young man, shouldn't a Buddha be more content?" Buddha was clearly impatient.

"The Cleansing Altar Messenger requests to come down with me, so we can look after each other on the way," Wukong said. This was the truth. Bajie often descended to the mortal realm to clean the altar due to official duties; having him was like having a blind man's bamboo stick, saving him from many detours.

The Buddha pondered for a long time, then said, "Very well, you can both join. The Cleansing Altar Messenger also needs some training. In the realm of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, you two are the only ones who haven't yet obtained a title above the junior level. I'll let you in on a secret: the Buddhist realm is about to introduce a competitive hiring system. Those who are capable will be promoted, and those who are incompetent will be demoted or laid off. You must feel ashamed and then strive to improve yourselves, working hard to obtain your professional certificates as soon as possible."

These heartfelt words warmed Wukong's heart. The supreme leader's thoughtful care moved this lost sheep to tears of gratitude, and he saw the light of the future again.

After bidding farewell to the Buddha, Wukong dashed back to tell Bajie this wonderful news.

The next morning, as usual, there was meditation and chanting of scriptures, followed by the Buddha's sermon. After the morning service, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas stretched and stood up, ready to scatter like birds and beasts.

The Buddha cleared his throat and said, "Please wait, everyone, I have something to announce." Everyone sat down again, and no one showed the slightest impatience. It was all commonplace; the Buddha's penchant for extending his sessions was a regular occurrence.

"Gentlemen," the Buddha said, "I frequently receive reports from the immortals and holy monks of the mortal realm, and I am intimately familiar with the current state of affairs there. In the Southern Continent, the Tang Dynasty of the East has been overthrown for many years; it is now the Eastern Huaxia Kingdom. Its national strength is formidable, and its people are prosperous, surpassing even the Tang Dynasty in many ways. However, due to the decline of Buddhism, demonic influences have arisen; evil is rampant, good is scarce, and integrity is lacking; gambling, prostitution, and drugs are rampant, and the wicked and unruly are causing chaos; prostitution is rampant, and desire is boundless; people are enriching themselves at the expense of the public, and power and money are exchanged; if this continues, the people will suffer.

Therefore, I have appointed the Victorious Fighting Buddha and the Cleansing Altar Messenger to reside in the mortal realm to propagate Buddhism and punish evil and promote good. Do you all agree with my proposal? Those with differing opinions, please raise your hands."

The Buddha's gaze swept over the crowd, then he nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Very good, unanimously approved. This shows that everyone has full confidence in the Victorious Fighting Buddha and the Cleansing Altar Messenger's mission to the mortal realm!" I have always greatly admired this mutual trust among the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. With such a united and dedicated team as you, is the Buddhist realm truly invincible?”

The Buddha’s voice rose slightly, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas applauded enthusiastically.

The Buddha was greatly encouraged. He paused, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, picked up a bowl from the platform, and said in a calm voice, “This golden bowl was a gift from the Tang Emperor to Tang Sanzang on his journey to the West to obtain the scriptures. As an exchange for the 5,048 volumes of true scriptures, Tang Sanzang gave it as a ‘gift’ to Ananda and Kasyapa, the two venerable ones in charge of the storehouse. For this golden bowl, I have borne countless infamy.”

The Buddha took a breath, trying to suppress his inner excitement, and said, “For this worthless thing, I became the progenitor of bribery and a typical example of accepting bribes. There was even a Zen master who wrote a poem: 'The Sixth Patriarch was not a true man, he had someone write on the wall to cover his own tracks. He clearly had a verse saying he had nothing, yet he accepted a bowl from someone else.'” "What a crooked poem! Isn't this judging others by one's own petty standards?"

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas whispered among themselves.

"This time, when the Victorious Fighting Buddha and the Cleansing Altar Messenger entered the mortal realm, I entrusted the Purple Gold Bowl to the two saints to take down to the mortal world. Firstly, to let the world know that I am not a greedy person, and secondly, to allow the two saints to carefully comprehend the Dao and thoroughly understand the painstaking efforts of Venerable Ananda and Venerable Kasyapa in accepting 'gifts'. After returning to the Buddhist realm, the two saints must write a reflection on this, which will serve as the basis for their professional title evaluation."

Sun Wukong felt like crying when he heard this. How miserable! He was promised a seven-day vacation, but they insisted on dragging it into spreading Buddhism, punishing evil and promoting good, and writing reflections. A perfectly good vacation, and they assigned so much homework. It's not a vacation at all.

"The work of the two saints will be temporarily handled by the Vajra Bodhisattva. Now, please, Victorious Fighting Buddha and Cleansing Altar Messenger, come forward to receive the sacred object." "The Buddha's voice boomed like a great bell.

Wukong and Bajie approached the Buddha, knelt respectfully, and accepted the golden alms bowl.

"Listen well, you two, now that you've descended to the mortal realm, you are the representatives of the Buddhist world. You must uphold your image in all things and remember the Buddhist precepts. You must not act recklessly for personal gain, engage in fights, or abuse your magic. Know that the gods are watching; if you do anything wrong, the immortals will report to me, and you will be severely punished." "

The two saints nodded obsequiously. Wukong thought to himself, 'Now that I'm in the mortal realm, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. As the saying goes, the sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap. If any ignorant fool dares to report me, I, Old Sun, will serve him with my Golden Cudgel!' Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face.

The morning prayers finally ended successfully at noon. The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas held a farewell banquet for Wukong and Bajie.

Tang Sanzang quietly pulled Wukong aside and whispered, 'Victorious Fighting Buddha, we've been master and disciple for a long time. It's unreasonable that you didn't even discuss such an important matter as returning home with your master! Please allow me to quickly write a letter and ask you to deliver it to the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, my sworn brother, to express my concern.'

Wukong chuckled inwardly: 'Has this old monk lost his mind? The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty? It's been over a thousand years; he's long gone to report to Yama in the underworld.

' 'Master, since you're so concerned about the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, why don't I petition the Buddha to add another spot so you can also go to the mortal realm?'

'No need, no need!'" Tang Sanzang hurriedly waved his hand in refusal. Having enjoyed a peaceful and comfortable life in the Buddhist realm, Tang Sanzang never wanted to relive those days of fear and hardship.

Tang Sanzang said, "I am a scholar. The Buddha's teachings are boundless. Even if I were to devote my entire life to them, I could only grasp a drop in the ocean. My time is precious, so I cannot accompany you on your journey to the mortal world. Take care of yourself."

In truth, Wukong was only speaking casually. Seeing Tang Sanzang's repeated explanations, he felt bored and made an excuse to go find Bajie.

Surrounded by a group of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, Bajie boasted excitedly, "The people in the mortal realm these days are nothing like those in the Tang Dynasty! I heard they've built spaceships that fly faster than my senior brother's somersault cloud, and they've even reached the moon! I'll ask Chang'e if her spaceship is any good..."

Wukong pulled Bajie aside, saying, "You idiot, what time is it? Stop bragging! Go back and pack some clothes, let's go!"

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were reluctant to part.

Chapter 003 A Misunderstanding

Wukong and Bajie bid farewell to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, mounted their auspicious clouds, and headed down to the mortal realm.

"Brother, let's go to Gao Village first, and see my wife!" Bajie shouted loudly.

"You idiot, after all these reincarnations, your wife might be a bearded man or a stray dog. Who would recognize you, you pig-headed fool? Besides, even if she gained immortality from your pig-like aura, she'd probably been married three hundred times already. Do you think she'd wait a thousand years for you?"

Wukong curled his lip and continued, "Why don't you come back to Flower Fruit Mountain with me and enjoy a few years as a mountain king? Hehe, you haven't tasted the life of a king yet, have you? I guarantee you'll be so happy you won't even want to be a Bodhisattva anymore."

"Hmph, who cares about being a mountain king? Going home and sleeping with my wife is the real joy! How about this, you go back to your Flower Fruit Mountain, I'll go back to my Gao Village, and we'll meet at Flower Fruit Mountain a year later," Pigsy suggested.

"You pig-headed fool, your greed hasn't subsided, and your lust has returned. But your suggestion isn't bad either. Let's go our separate ways. I'm off!"

With a slight exertion, Sun Wukong vanished in the blink of an eye. Knowing

the way well, Wukong quickly arrived at Flower Fruit Mountain in Aolai Kingdom. Looking down from the clouds, he saw lush green trees, layered forests, and throngs of tourists. Rare herbs and flowers bloomed eternally, and evergreen pines and cypresses thrived. What a paradise on earth!

Sun Wukong was secretly delighted. He couldn't believe that in just over a thousand years, Flower Fruit Mountain had become so prosperous; it was truly a cause for celebration.

Auspicious clouds descended, and Wukong, filled with joy, couldn't help but dance with delight. Looking up, he saw a magnificent archway standing tall, inscribed with six golden characters: Flower Fruit Mountain Scenic Area. A tall flagpole stood before the archway, with a banner bearing the four characters "Great Sage Equal to Heaven" fluttering in the wind. Not bad, not bad at all; very impressive. Wukong admired it with his hands behind his back,

nodding to himself. Reaching the gate, Wukong was stopped by a burly man.

"Buy a ticket. One hundred yuan," the man said.

He'd encountered bandits. Wukong thought angrily, "Even at my own doorstep, I'm being robbed! The world has really changed. No wonder Buddha kept nagging me before I left.

" Wukong impatiently pushed the burly man aside and shouted, "You little thief, open your eyes and see who your grandfather is!"

The burly man looked him over closely. He had a pointed face and a face covered in fine hair. He wore a gray monk's uniform and carried a large, flowery cloth bundle. He looked mismatched and shabby.

"Ah, excuse me, it seems you're the actor Sun Wukong filming 'Journey to the West' inside? It's all my fault for not recognizing you. Could you please sign my autograph?" the burly man said timidly, frantically searching for something to get an autograph.

"Nonsense," Wukong muttered, ignoring him and going inside.

The burly man finally found a notebook filled with song lyrics, but Wukong had vanished without a trace.

"Ah, what a pity! I finally met a celebrity, but I couldn't even get an autograph. How embarrassing! I could have shown off to my son..." the burly man muttered to himself in frustration.

Wukong wandered through the crowd, but couldn't find a single monkey in sight. He was a little disappointed. He had expected his arrival to cause a huge sensation, with monkeys swarming around him, shouting "Long live Wukong!" Then they would drink and chat, expressing their sorrow at parting and joy at reunion. But now he was all alone. Was it really true that people forget you now that you're gone? He'd have to call the local earth gods and mountain spirits and ask where his family had gone.

"Mommy, look, look! It's Sun Wukong!" a seven- or eight-year-old girl exclaimed excitedly, pointing at Wukong and waving her chubby little hands cutely.

Wukong's spirits lifted. He hadn't expected that even after more than a thousand years away from the mortal realm, people hadn't forgotten him. His mood suddenly brightened, and he made a face at the little girl, making her giggle.

"Mommy, Sun Wukong is so cute! I want to take a picture with him!" The little girl ran over and stood next to Wukong. The beautiful woman she called "Mommy" raised her camera and snapped a picture. A flash of bright light startled Wukong, who thought he had been attacked.

"I'm sorry to bother you. My naughty daughter loves your 'Journey to the West' and dreams about Sun Wukong all the time," the beautiful woman said apologetically as she approached.

"It's alright, I'm actually very happy. I didn't realize I was so popular. Also, your child is very cute and beautiful. She'll definitely be as charming as you when she grows up!" Wukong said insincerely. Women were rare in the Buddhist world; usually, one saw either Guanyin Bodhisattva or a group of nuns, all with stern, icy faces. It had been over a thousand years since he had seen a beautiful woman's smiling face; it was truly a sight to behold.

Patting the little girl's head, Wukong continued walking. Arriving at the Water Curtain Cave, they saw the waterfall: a white rainbow rising, a thousand-foot snow wave flying; the murmuring waterfall, truly like a hanging curtain. The Monkey King sat high on his platform, legs crossed, enjoying fruit with his head tilted to the side, a group of monkeys surrounding him, serving him. A dense crowd stood around, admiring the Monkey King's majesty.

"Minions, bring wine!" the Monkey King commanded with a wave of his hand.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the monkeys replied respectfully.

Sun Wukong was furious. "Oh dear, I'm so angry! No wonder not a single monkey greeted me; it was this demon monkey impersonating me, acting as king. And what kind of demon monkey is this? Could it be that imposter, the Six-Eared Macaque? How dare he swagger here! This is intolerable!

" Wukong, burning with rage, didn't reply. A great roc spread its wings and flew over the crowd, landing beside the fake Monkey King.

"You audacious monster! How dare you impersonate the Great Sage Equaling Heaven! Your grandfather is here!" Wukong roared. Without another word, he unleashed a powerful palm strike. The poor imposter Monkey King, before he could even reply, was sent flying dozens of feet away like a kite with a broken string. A snapping sound rang out, and half the bones in the poor creature's body were broken.

"Who are you? How dare you cause trouble here!" A dozen burly men immediately surrounded Wukong. They glared menacingly, waiting for their chance to strike. But they dared not press too hard; Wukong's earlier attack had already shaken the entire area, and the mere thought of it sent chills down their spines.

"This monster deserves to be beaten! He dared to impersonate me, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong, seize my Water Curtain Cave, and bewitch my monkey descendants. He deserves to die. I haven't killed him because I'm kind-hearted. You've all helped him; you must be cut from the same cloth. Wait till I, Old Sun, show you what I'm made of!" As

soon as he finished speaking, with a series of cracking sounds, the dozen or so burly men were already staggering and routed.

"Hahaha!" Waves of laughter erupted from the crowd watching outside the venue.

"What a martial arts fanatic!" someone exclaimed.

"He must have gone mad from watching Journey to the West, thinking he's Sun Wukong. Look at him, he's even in makeup, a perfect, unmistakable Monkey King!" an old man said.

"You know what, his makeup is truly amazing, incredibly lifelike. And with his kung fu skills, having him play Sun Wukong would be a hundred times more entertaining than the one lying on the ground right now," a bespectacled young man praised.

A young woman approached Sun Wukong. Everyone's eyes lit up; the woman's angelic beauty captivated them, and the scene fell silent. Wukong gasped, "My god, this woman is so alluring!"

"Hey, what's wrong with you? We're filming, what are you doing here causing trouble?" The woman's voice was charming, even her accusations were melodious.

"What you're doing is none of my interest. I only know that the monster impersonated me and was ordering my monkeys around at will," Wukong said indignantly.

"Hahaha, you're incredibly stupid. Come, come, all of you monkeys, take off your makeup and let me see!" the woman called out.

A group of monkeys gathered around. Wukong looked closely and saw that the monkeys without makeup were all genuine people, no doubt about it.

How could this be? Wukong racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. A perfectly good group of monkeys, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into humans. No wonder he couldn't recognize a single one even with his Golden Eyes of Fiery Eyes; they were all imposters. Sigh, this is so embarrassing.

"I'm sorry, it was a misunderstanding," Sun Wukong apologized, his face flushed.

"Oh dear, your 'sorry' is so expensive! Do you know how far we traveled all the way from the land of China, all this way just to capture the scenic beauty of Flower Fruit Mountain for a movie like 'Journey to the West'? And now, thanks to your meddling, the whole plan is ruined. You've crippled the male lead; he probably won't be able to get out of bed for at least a year. What am I supposed to do?" The woman looked distressed, on the verge of tears.

"Should we call the police, producer?" A tall, handsome man walked up to the woman and asked.

The woman looked Wukong up and down, pondered for a long time, and said, "Calling the police is useless; at most, they'll lock him up for a few days. Yufu, call an ambulance and get the injured to the hospital first. Everyone else, that's it for today; you're on half a day off."

After giving the instructions, the woman turned to Wukong and said, "My male lead has been injured by you, but I can't have come all this way for nothing, or I'll suffer heavy losses. I see you really enjoy impersonating Sun Wukong, and you're quite convincing..."

"What do you mean, 'impersonate'? I am the real Sun Wukong!" Wukong interrupted her indignantly.

"Alright, alright, you are the real Sun Wukong, aren't you? Mr. Sun Wukong, I'd like to invite you to join our film crew as the lead male character—Sun Wukong. The salary is one million, and all food and lodging are included. Are you interested?"

Hearing that food and lodging were included, Wukong started to calculate in his mind. The current situation was indeed a bit bad. The monkeys had disappeared without a trace, and he had suddenly become helpless in the mortal world. Eating and sleeping had become urgent problems that needed to be solved. He was too embarrassed to turn back to the Buddhist realm; he had come with such high hopes, he couldn't leave in disgrace. He absolutely couldn't give up halfway. For now, he needed to solve his hunger problem first. Wukong nodded.

"You agreed! That's wonderful!" The woman blushed with joy. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Situ Yu, the producer and sole investor of the 'Journey to the West' TV series. On behalf of all the crew members, I welcome you."

Situ Yu extended her slender, fair hand, and Wukong reflexively followed suit, saying, "My name is Sun Wukong." Their hands clasped together. Ah, warm and smooth, like soft jade in his hand—it felt incredibly good. Wukong lingered, unwilling to let go, wanting only to hold on like this forever…

Chapter 004 Embarking on a Starry

Journey. Situ Yu blushed and pulled away from Sun Wukong's hand, saying, “Then let’s go back to the hotel together.”

Realizing her mistake, she quickly explained, “I meant back to the Jinhua Hotel where we’re staying, to celebrate the addition of a powerful new member to the crew. Colleagues, pack up and get ready to go back to the hotel.”

Wukong said apologetically, “I’m sorry, I can’t go with you yet, because I have some things to take care of.”

“Then we’ll wait for you here. You won’t just disappear, will you?” Situ Yu joked with him. She had a strong premonition that this man playing Sun Wukong would be a huge success, even though his behavior was a bit strange—perhaps he had mild delusional schizophrenia and imagined himself as the real Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong apologized and turned to walk towards the gate. He had to find a secluded place immediately and ask the local earth god where his family was. Yes, he had to find the old earth god immediately!

Upon reaching the entrance, the burly gatekeeper's eyes lit up. He hurriedly presented a notebook he had prepared beforehand and said respectfully, "Hehe, please sign your name."

Sun Wukong, a little impatient, said, "You're so unreasonable! I said I needed a ticket when I came in, and now you want an autograph when I leave. Aren't you annoyed?" Unable to resist his persistent nagging, he could only scribble "Sun Wukong" in a crooked manner, just to get by.

The gatekeeper was overjoyed. He glanced at Wukong's signature and exclaimed, "A big star's signature! It's truly extraordinary, so elegant! I'll take it home and have my son practice copying it every day. Maybe he'll become a big star himself..."

The gatekeeper continued to praise him. Although Wukong was secretly pleased, feeling a sense of satisfaction, he had other matters to attend to and couldn't delay, so he had to leave.

Reaching the mountainside, finding a secluded spot, Wukong pulled a needle from his ear and shouted, "Big! Big! Big!" The needle transformed into an iron rod as thick as a bowl.

Sun Wukong brandished the golden cudgel, creating a scene of wailing ghosts and howling wolves, obscuring the sun and moon. In the blink of an eye, the local earth god and mountain god stood respectfully before him, their hands clasped at their sides, trembling.

"These humble gods were unaware of the arrival of the Great Sage—no, no, it should be the Victorious Fighting Buddha—and have failed to greet you properly. Please forgive us!" the two gods apologized profusely.

Sun Wukong, in no mood for pleasantries, cut to the chase: "I only ask you, where have all the monkeys that used to fill the mountain gone?"

The mountain god replied, "Reporting to the Victorious Fighting Buddha, I don't know whether I should answer or not."

Wukong raised his golden cudgel, threatening, "Are you itching for a beating?"

The mountain god was so frightened he almost lost control of his bladder, and hurriedly said, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you. It's like this, five hundred years ago, a great fire broke out on Flower Fruit Mountain, burning all the trees to the ground. Most of the monkeys were burned to death, and those who managed to escape fled far away, never daring to return."

Upon hearing this, Wukong felt as if struck by lightning, his heart and soul shattered. He painfully scratched his scalp, writhing in agony, a single tear slowly streaming from his eyes.

The two gods, terrified, held their breath, utterly helpless.

With red eyes and gritted teeth, Wukong asked, "What demon dares to set fire to my Flower Fruit Mountain and exterminate my kind? Find out for me, and I will skin you alive and tear you apart to quell my hatred!"

The two gods stammered, "For five hundred years, we have inquired in every way, but we have been unable to find out the cause of the fire. Since it has already happened, please, Victorious Fighting Buddha, accept this injustice and do not let it harm your health."

Unable to find the culprit, Wukong's anger was uncontrollable; he could only sit silently on the ground, gritting his teeth. He searched his mind desperately for the most likely suspect, but even racking his brains, he couldn't come up with a clue. Recalling his journey to the West, where he had vanquished demons and monsters, he had forged a deep enmity with the demon realm. This fire must be the demons' revenge. This revenge must be taken! The blood of the monkeys cannot be shed in vain; it must be repaid with the blood of the demons!

The two gods stood silently for a long time, not daring to utter a sound. Wukong waved his hand and said, "Go down, all of you. Let me have some peace and quiet." The two gods were overjoyed, wishing they had more legs, and immediately vanished.

Sun Wukong sat alone for a long time. Seeing that it was getting late, and not wanting Situ Yu and the others to wait too long, he got up and headed up the mountain.

When he arrived at the gate, the crew had already boarded three buses.

Situ Yu waited anxiously outside the bus. Seeing Wukong, she was overjoyed and ran over, grabbing his hand, saying, "Where have you been? You've been gone for ages! I thought you weren't coming back!"

Wukong felt a sweet warmth in his heart as she held his hand. He had never been cared for like this by a woman before; he felt incredibly touched, and all his previous gloom vanished. He said loudly, "How could I not come back? I'm already homeless. If you don't take me in, I'll be left to wander the streets."

Someone on the bus muttered, "This kid, he's already acting like a big shot as soon as he arrives. He made us wait so long."

The person next to him hurriedly whispered, "Keep your voice down, don't let him hear, or you'll be in trouble. Didn't you see how fast he acted today? He was like a ghost, practically a superman! Besides, the producer values him so much, we can't afford to offend him."

The carriage returned to silence.

Wukong followed Situ Yu into the car. Situ Yu sat down and gestured for Wukong to sit beside him. Wukong didn't stand on ceremony and sat down without hesitation.

"Drive back to the hotel," Situ Yu ordered.

The car quietly drove away from Flower Fruit Mountain. Wukong was amazed; this iron contraption ran so fast and so steadily without being pushed or pulled by horses. Heh heh, even more enjoyable than flying on clouds!

The air conditioning in the carriage turned on, and a faint fragrance wafted into Wukong's nostrils. Wow, it smelled so good! He greedily and secretly took a few deep breaths. Needless to say, the fragrance came from Situ Yu beside him. Thinking about how long it had been since he'd showered—three or four years in the Buddhist realm, it seemed—

he figured he must smell a bit. Feeling a little embarrassed, he turned to look at Situ Yu. Surprisingly, she wasn't covering her nose! Wukong was touched. This woman, after years without a bath, didn't seem to mind at all, and was even sitting with him. She was incredibly kind and approachable!

Seeing him turn around, Situ Yu assumed he wanted to chat and said, "Mr. Sun, for some reason, I feel like you're acting a little strange."

He thought Situ Yu was saying he smelled strange, and felt incredibly embarrassed. He thought she didn't mind. Wukong's face immediately turned red to the roots of his neck, but luckily, his facial hair was thick enough that she didn't notice.

"What's your real name? Sun Wukong is your online name, right? Where do you live?" Situ Yu bombarded him with questions. Then, realizing it was inappropriate, she wondered when she'd become a police officer investigating household registration.

"My real name is Sun Wukong, or you can call me the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. Flower Fruit Mountain is my home," Wukong answered honestly.

It seems his illness is more than just mild. Situ Yu sighed inwardly and asked again, "How old are you this year?"

Wukong wanted to say he was over two thousand years old, but fearing he would scare everyone to the ground, he lied, "This year... twenty-six

, I guess." "Oh, a year older than me," Situ Yu said softly. After a while, she asked again, "What's your phone number? Please tell me so we can contact each other."

Wukong was completely confused and asked, "What's a phone number? I don't understand."

Situ Yu stared at Wukong in astonishment, as if looking at a monster from another planet. But upon closer inspection, Wukong didn't seem to be lying. It was truly baffling; there were still people in this world without a phone. It was truly incomprehensible. Perhaps the people of this small country of Aolai were too poor to even afford a mobile phone. In the Eastern Land of China, even beggars had mobile phones.

"Hey, Yu Fu, once we get to the hotel, go get Mr. Sun a cell phone right away. Also, buy him a few outfits while you're at it, dress him up, and remember to get the receipts for reimbursement." Situ Yu turned to the tall man sitting in the back and said.

"Yes, Miss Situ, I will certainly live up to your expectations and complete the task perfectly." The tall man said obsequiously.

"Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Sun Wukong, who has just joined our crew. His name is Wu Yu Fu, and he plays Tang Sanzang. That's Li Guangliang, who plays Zhu Bajie, and Huang Zhong, who plays Sha Wujing..." Situ Yu introduced them to Wukong one by one. Wukong kept nodding and smiling at everyone. Ye Qian, who played Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jin Ruolan, the Queen of the Women's Kingdom, Qian Yanxiang, the White Bone Demon... everyone returned the warm smiles. The whole carriage was filled with a friendly and heartwarming atmosphere, a harmonious picture of "friendship in the carriage."

Chapter 005: Transformation into a Handsome Man

The group arrived at Jinhua Hotel in a bustling manner.

Situ Yu said, "Everyone, go back to your rooms, take a shower, and rest. Dinner is at the restaurant downstairs at 7 o'clock."

Sun Wukong followed Situ Yu, took the elevator to the nineteenth floor, and Situ Yu pointed to a room and said to him, "Mr. Sun, you can stay in room 1908. It was originally the room of the 'Sun Wukong' you injured, but now that he's in the hospital, you can stay here. I'm in the room next door, 1909. Come find me if you need anything."

"Okay," Wukong replied.

The waiter opened the door, and Wukong followed him in. Wow, how grand! Spotless and magnificent.

The waiter asked him, "Sir, would you like the TV turned on?"

Wukong didn't know what a 'TV' was and answered haphazardly, "Turn it on, turn it on!"

Turning on the TV startled Wukong. This square thing was so small, how could it hold so many people? How interesting!

Wukong sat on the large bed, watching TV with great interest. Surprisingly, he even saw a scene from the fight movie he'd filmed that day at Flower Fruit Mountain. Then a woman appeared on camera saying, "Today, something hilarious happened on the set of the movie 'Journey to the West.' A tourist dressed as Sun Wukong caused a huge disturbance, creating chaos. One person was seriously injured, and several others sustained minor injuries. Rumor has it that this troublemaker is a madman..."

Wukong was both curious and furious. Curious because he'd inexplicably wandered into this box, and furious because the woman inside mistook him for a madman! How pathetic! He, the revered Buddha, had descended to the mortal realm and become a madman.

"Shut up! You're the madman! You're a complete lunatic! If you keep talking nonsense, I, Old Sun, will deal with you in the Southern Kingdom!" Wukong pointed at the woman on the screen and said fiercely.

The woman, as expected, was frightened and immediately disappeared. Next to appear was another alluring woman, exposing most of her breasts, hawking some brand of breast enhancement cream.

Heh heh, she was indeed afraid of me. So, the saying "fist makes the man" will never change. Wukong couldn't help but feel a little smug

. Just as he was basking in his own self-satisfaction, a clear knock came at the door. Wukong opened it and saw Situ Yu standing there, carrying several bags.

"Come on, see if the clothes I bought for you fit?" Situ Yu didn't wait for him to say "please come in" and walked straight into the room.

"This is the cell phone I just bought for you, see if you like this style?" Situ Yu placed a sleek cell phone in front of him.

Wukong had never seen such a thing before, let alone distinguish between good and bad. When Situ Yu asked, he could only give a vague, noncommittal reply: "Hmm, so-so, it's alright."

"Do you know how to use it?" Situ Yu asked, still concerned.

Wukong could only honestly shake his head.

"Oh my, really? You've never used a phone before? Are you from the 12th century?" Situ Yu shook her head incredulously.

"Come on, let me teach you how to use this phone." Situ Yu moved closer to Wukong. A faint, sweet fragrance wafted over, making Wukong feel dizzy.

"This green button is the answer button. When the phone rings, press this button to talk. After the call, press this red button. This is the charger..." Situ Yu explained carefully, and Wukong listened attentively.

"Do you understand?" Situ Yu asked. Wukong nodded confidently. With his superhuman memory, this little thing was a piece of cake!

Seeing him nod, Situ Yu opened the bag in her hand and took out a silver-gray suit. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. It wasn't that the fabric was bad, or that the brand wasn't prestigious, but the size...

"Wu Yufu, has he lost his mind? Buying clothes this big? Even someone as tall as him finds it too big, let alone you! No, I have to go find Wu Yufu right now and make him change!" Situ Yu said angrily, her pink face flushed with excitement.

She never imagined that Wu Yufu was doing this on purpose. Situ Yu's high regard for Wukong made him very unhappy, so he bought him an oversized outfit to embarrass the kid.

Wukong looked at the clothes, then at himself, and couldn't help but chuckle. Anyone with eyes could see that the outfit wasn't just big, it was ridiculously big—it could practically fit two Sun Wukongs inside.

Situ Yu opened all the bags; a casual outfit, a black suit, a shirt, and leather shoes—all were the same oversized size. She angrily threw the bags heavily onto the bed.

"I'll try them on; if they don't fit, I'll exchange them," Wukong said, trying to comfort her when he saw her upset.

"Okay, go take a shower and remove your makeup while you're at it," Situ Yu said, helping him pick out a set of clothes. "I've already showered; I'll wait for you here while I watch TV. We'll go downstairs for dinner together later."

Wukong went into the bathroom and turned on the tap. Luckily, the attendant had taught him beforehand, otherwise he wouldn't even know how to use the tap. He filled the large bathtub with water, stripped naked, and lay down inside. Ah, so comfortable.

He gently scrubbed his body, and the bathwater immediately became murky, with a layer of greasy oil floating on the surface. Sigh, he hadn't bathed in three or four years; the accumulated grease on his body must be quite thick.

Wukong patiently changed the water, sat in, and the water quickly turned muddy again.

Wukong's bath lasted a full hour. After changing the water eight times and using up a whole bottle of shampoo and shower gel, he finally felt refreshed.

He hummed a little tune happily as he dried himself. Picking up his clothes, he faced a dilemma. The shirt he wore was knee-length; he could go out without pants. No, he needed to change his appearance; otherwise, how could he wear this outfit? But

what should he look like? He scratched his head for a while, then realized that the most familiar image was that of his master, Tang Sanzang. He would become like him—tall, handsome, with fair skin, truly lovable to everyone, even a coffin would open its lid upon seeing him! But that face was too feminine; he needed to change it, to make it more masculine. He envisioned his ideal image, then, with his fingers forming a delicate gesture, he chanted the six-syllable mantra: "Om Mani Padme Hum," and softly cried out, "Transform!" Sun Wukong transformed into a completely different form.

Wukong put on his clothes—haha, they fit perfectly!

He eagerly ran to the large mirror in the bathroom to admire his radiant reflection. A handsome man in the mirror was looking at him with dazzling eyes. Hey, completely a stranger! He playfully made a face at the stranger in the mirror.

Wukong pushed open the bathroom door and went out. Situ Yu, having waited too long and exhausted from the day, was dozing on the sofa when she heard the door open. She opened her drowsy eyes. Looking closely, she saw a stranger had entered. Rubbing her eyes, she really didn't recognize him. She was startled, all sleepiness vanishing.

"Who...who are you? How did you get in? What...what do you want?" Situ Yu's voice trembled with fear.

"You don't recognize me? I'm the actor you hired." Seeing her frightened expression, Wukong found it somewhat amusing and decided to play a joke on her.

"The actor I hired? No way! I don't have such a handsome actor in my company. You're an imposter, trying to steal things while I'm asleep! Yes, definitely a thief! Get out of here, or I'll call the police! Hurry up, I'm going to call, Wukong! Wukong!..." Situ Yu shouted anxiously.

Wukong laughed heartily and said, "No need to call, the person you need to call is already standing in front of you."

Situ Yu indeed stopped, secretly scrutinizing him with suspicion.

"Still don't believe me? Look at this outfit, isn't it the one you just picked out?" Wukong puffed out his chest, standing ramrod straight.

Situ Yu stared at him, her mouth agape in astonishment, unable to close for a long time.

Chapter 006 Undercurrents

It was simply unbelievable that the tall man standing before her was the skinny, shabby Sun Wukong! Situ Yu shook his head vigorously, making sure he wasn't dreaming. Indeed, the silver-gray suit he was wearing was one he'd helped him choose.

"Mr. Sun, can you do magic tricks? How did you suddenly become so tall?" Situ Yu asked skeptically.

"Oh, this is my true appearance. Let me tell you, I received guidance from a master from a young age and learned the magical art of bone shrinking. I can shrink my body at will. If you're interested, I can even shrink myself into a three-year-old child." To convince Situ Yu, Wukong made up a lie.

Situ Yu finally believed him. He had long heard that the people of Aolai were mysterious, with countless masters and extraordinary individuals; this was indeed true. Looking at the clock in the room, it was almost seven o'clock, so he said, "Let's go, let's go downstairs for dinner."

Taking the elevator down to the third-floor restaurant, the entire film crew had already arrived, filling ten large round tables. Two seats were left around the center, clearly reserved for Situ Yu and Wukong. Because the hall had been booked in advance, it didn't feel crowded.

The appearance of Situ Yu and Wukong was a sight to behold. The handsome man and

beautiful woman, like a divine couple, complemented each other perfectly. While everyone sighed in admiration, they whispered amongst themselves. Li Guangliang, playing Zhu Bajie, muttered, "Whose rich young master is this? He's already fallen for our big producer so quickly. Rich women are always popular, especially rich beauties!"

Huang Zhong, playing Sha Wujing, chuckled and said, "Look at you, drooling all over the table! Stop daydreaming! Situ Yu's father is worth billions. Who are you to judge her?"

Wu Yufu remained silent, a surge of jealousy welling up inside him.

"Colleagues, let me introduce you," Situ Yu said, raising her voice. The hall immediately fell silent; everyone was eager to know who this suddenly appearing handsome man was.

"Actually, I already introduced him to everyone on the bus. This is Mr. Sun Wukong, who has recently joined our crew."

Situ Yu's calm tone was like a bomb dropped into the hall, stunning everyone.

After a long silence, the entire hall erupted into a frenzy.

"You might all be wondering, and to be honest, I thought the same thing as you did fifteen minutes ago. But I can assure you, it's real! This is the real Mr. Sun Wukong. What you saw this afternoon was Mr. Sun using his magical bone-shrinking technique to transform into Sun Wukong." Situ Yu smiled, her tone certain, showing no sign of teasing.

Everyone marveled. Qian Yanxiang, who played the White Bone Demon, ran over with a grin, looking Wukong up and down as if he were a rare treasure.

Qian Yanxiang said coquettishly, "Handsome, your face was all fuzzy this afternoon, but now it's so smooth! Tell me, what brand of astringent did you use?" Her slender, white hands actually touched Wukong's face.

Situ Yu laughed and brushed her hand away, saying, "White Bone Demon, you've already used your seductive magic so quickly?"

Qian Yanxiang giggled and said, "Oh dear, I only touched his face, and you're already jealous?"

"Nonsense!" Situ Yu's face flushed crimson.

"You can't deny it, because your face has betrayed you!" With that, Qian Yanxiang giggled and hurriedly ran away.

Situ Yu smiled helplessly. They were used to joking around, so it wasn't good to get angry. Stealing a glance at Wukong, seeing no embarrassment on his face, she finally relaxed.

The two sat down. Situ Yu pointed to a man with a full beard and shoulder-length hair beside her and introduced him to Wukong: "This is Director Zhang Yi."

Zhang Yi nodded and smiled at him. Wukong's outstanding martial arts skills this afternoon had impressed Zhang Yi. Based on his years of directing experience, he was certain that Wukong was no ordinary person and would surely soar to great heights in the future.

Wukong also had a good impression of this long-haired man. His long, flowing hair transported Wukong's thoughts to the Tang Dynasty, a place both familiar and dear to him.

Dishes and wine were served one after another, a feast of delicacies and fine wines. Wukong scanned the table, but apart from a plate of pea shoots soaking in water, he couldn't see a single vegetable. He inwardly groaned, "Alas, a table full of delicacies, and I can only stare in vain!" His stomach, however, was quite uncooperative, growling loudly.

Situ Yu picked up a glass of wine, stood up, and said, "Colleagues, someone once asked me why we traveled all the way from China to Aolai Flower Fruit Mountain to film the exterior scenes. Couldn't we have just found any mountain in China to film on location? As everyone knows, the movie 'Journey to the West' is invested in by my father's China Film and Entertainment Group, with a planned investment of 10 billion Chinese yuan. Therefore, we cannot be careless; if we're going to make a movie, we must make the best one. Our filming policy is: overcome all difficulties, spare no expense, and strive to create a masterpiece!"

Thunderous applause erupted.

"I'm so glad to have a valiant general joining our crew today! He's none other than Sun Wukong, right here beside me! His martial arts skills are evident to all. I can confidently predict that having him play Sun Wukong will be a huge success! Let's raise a glass to Mr. Sun's participation!" Situ Yu finished her impassioned speech and downed her drink in one gulp. Everyone else raised their glasses with varying expressions. "

This woman looks so refined, yet she speaks so fluently and incessantly. It seems she's inherited the true teachings of my master, Tang Sanzang," Wukong thought to himself. He poured the wine into his mouth, and it tasted unusually fragrant and mellow, much better than the strong liquor that Zhu Bajie used to drink. So, without any hesitation, he drank one glass after another, keeping the waiters busy and overwhelmed.

The plate of waterlogged pea shoots had already been devoured by Wukong. Seeing nothing else to eat, Wukong could only keep drinking. His hearty drinking left everyone on the stage speechless.

Situ Yu, unable to bear it any longer, urged him, "Mr. Sun, don't just drink, eat some food!"

"There's no food to eat," Wukong said helplessly.

"Really? The table is full of dishes, isn't there anything you like?"

"Oh, no. I've always preferred vegetarian food; I throw up if I eat meat," Wukong explained.

Situ Yu chuckled, making Wukong confused. He asked, "What are you laughing at? Is eating vegetarian food funny?"

Situ Yu finally stopped laughing and said, "That plate of pea shoots you just ate all by yourself was called 'Pea Shoots in Broth,' the broth was made with a whole chicken, and you ate it with great relish. Did you throw up?"

Wukong was shocked, realizing he had unintentionally broken his vow. "Buddha, please forgive me, I didn't mean it," Wukong prayed silently. Then he thought, breaking the vow once is breaking it, breaking it ten thousand times is breaking it anyway, might as well just break it. "When you're in the world of martial arts, you're not always in control of your own destiny. At most, you can go back to the Buddhist realm and say a few good words to Buddha, but that old ancestor won't fall for it."

Having changed his mind, he relaxed and started eating without restraint, eating faster than anyone else.

Sitting beside him, Wu Yufu was sullen, burying his head in his food. He was unhappy all evening. At first, he regretted buying such well-fitting clothes for that

guy surnamed Sun, making him feel like a dull stone next to this shining pearl. But, heavens have mercy, he originally intended to embarrass him, but things didn't go as planned. Situ Yu's flattery and concern for Wukong, her frequent glances at him—anyone with eyes could see what this woman was thinking. All of this made Wu Yufu particularly resentful, disgusted with Wukong as if he had swallowed a fly. Wu Yufu had always secretly loved Situ Yu, showering her with attention, and Situ Yu seemed to reciprocate his feelings. Now, it seemed the situation was indeed a bit unfavorable.

He got up and went to the restroom.

When he returned, Wukong was chatting animatedly with Zhang Yi. Taking advantage of Wukong turning to talk to Zhang Yi, Wu Yufu secretly flicked the laxative hidden under his fingernail into Wukong's glass. "Hmph, you bastard Sun, drink this and I'll make you feel like your body is falling apart. Let's see how you'll film tomorrow!" He thought. "Then, if I stir things up in front of Situ Yu, your image in her eyes will be severely damaged.

" "Mr. Sun, let's have a drink together, to wish us a pleasant collaboration!" Wu Yufu offered a toast to Wukong.

"Cheers!" Wukong readily agreed and downed his drink. Seeing Wu Yufu's silent demeanor, he had assumed Wukong harbored resentment towards him, but it turned out he had been overthinking it.

After two more drinks, Wukong suddenly experienced severe stomach pain. He hurriedly went to the restroom.

A long time later, Wukong emerged from the restroom, his face pale. Situ Yu asked with concern, "Mr. Sun, you look terrible. Are you sick?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm not used to eating meat. My stomach is a little upset, but I'll be fine in a bit," Wukong said weakly.

Chapter 007 A Deep Dive

Wukong ran to the bathroom eighteen times during the meal, until finally he was too exhausted to run anymore and simply sat on the toilet.

Situ Yu noticed something was wrong and instructed Huang Zhong and Wu Yufu to go in and check on him.

Wu Yufu was secretly delighted. He went into the bathroom and deliberately called out in a loud, exaggerated voice, "Mr. Sun, where are you? Are you alright?"

Wukong was incredibly grateful to hear the call. He hadn't expected Wu Yufu to be so kind, bringing him such goodwill right to his doorstep. Although he was too weak to speak, Wukong forced himself to say, "I'm here, I'm coming out now. Please don't come any closer, it stinks here!"

Wu Yufu wasn't about to come any closer. He stood at the door, feigning concern, and said, "How about I come in and help you?"

Wukong was genuinely afraid he would come in, so he quickly came out. Seeing Wu Kong's unsteady gait, Wu Yufu was secretly overjoyed, but his face remained impassive, displaying only concern. He walked over and helped Wu Kong up.

Wu Kong was deeply moved, repeatedly saying, "I can walk, I can walk. Yufu, you're truly the kindest person in the world!"

Wu Yufu almost burst out laughing. This fool, someone sold him out, and he's still eagerly helping them count the money. I'm just pretending to be a good person to gain some points with Situ Yu; actually, I'd love for him to fall into a latrine and die.

Back at their seats, Situ Yu saw Wu Kong's wretched state and said, "Take some pills first; Jin Ruolan just bought them for you. If it doesn't work, you'll have to go to the hospital for an injection."

Wu Kong obediently took the pills. Looking up to find Jin Ruolan, he saw her also watching him with concern. Wu Kong's heart warmed, and he almost burst into tears. There are so many good people in this world! With such people, what more could one ask for!

"Thank you everyone, thank you everyone!" Wukong sincerely clasped his hands in gratitude. "If I don't die, I will definitely repay your great kindness!"

Situ Yu couldn't help but laugh and said, "You're exaggerating too much. Do you think a bout of diarrhea can kill you?"

The next morning, the sun was high in the sky when Wukong finally woke up. He stretched his limbs, still a little tired, but his strength had recovered to about 80-90%. He sprang out of bed, quickly washed his face, and went to the next room to find Situ Yu.

He had only knocked twice when Situ Yu was already standing at the door, dressed neatly. Seeing Sun Wukong's radiant appearance, she smiled with relief. No need to ask, Wukong had recovered.

"Can we go now? Everyone is waiting on the bus,"

Wukong said guiltily. "Why didn't you wake me up sooner? I'm so sorry to have made everyone wait."

"If you really feel bad, when you get on the bus, you can bow to everyone and apologize," Situ Yu joked with him.

When they arrived downstairs, everyone was indeed waiting in the car.

"Mr. Sun, we thought you wouldn't get up! We've been waiting for you like a giraffe!" Huang Zhong was a straightforward person, and having waited so long, he was understandably a little annoyed.

"I'm sorry, I had diarrhea last night, it almost killed me. I apologize for taking up so much of your time." Wukong bowed respectfully to everyone, as a way of thanking them for their concern the previous night.

"Oh dear, I was just kidding, why did you take it so seriously?" Huang Zhong was embarrassed and at a loss for words.

Situ Yu also didn't expect that Wukong would take her joke so seriously. It seemed that he wasn't just a heartless brute. So she felt a little more favorably towards him. She instructed Wukong, "Mr. Sun, you sit next to Director Zhang Yi and let him teach you how to get into character."

Along the way, Zhang Yi carefully taught Wukong some basic acting skills, such as start and end, actions and expressions, dialogue and eye contact, etc. Wukong memorized everything carefully. With his superhuman memory, plus Director Zhang Yi's unreserved explanations, by the time they arrived at their destination, Wukong's level was close to that of a professionally trained actor. When they

arrived at Flower Fruit Mountain, Wukong learned that the film crew had already spent a fortune to build a huge movie city there, complete with dressing rooms and all kinds of sets.

The crew arranged a makeup artist for Wukong and also prepared masks, costumes, and a private dressing room.

"No need to trouble you, brother. I'll handle the makeup myself from now on. You just wait outside patiently, I'll be done soon." Wukong persuaded the makeup artist to leave, then threw the mask into the trash can. He conjured a magic spell and said, "Transform!" Wukong returned to his original form. What a magnificent Monkey King!

Upon exiting the dressing room, the makeup artist was so astonished his eyes nearly popped out of his head. It was simply divine! The makeup was done in the blink of an eye, and so lifelike! It seemed his skills were simply not enough to make a living. The makeup artist was disheartened and even considered quitting immediately.

Seeing his dejected face, Wukong knew he was extremely self-conscious and quickly comforted him, "Don't be discouraged, learn slowly. Makeup is a skill that's hard to master, and it can't be learned overnight. I'll teach you slowly when I have time."

"Really?" The makeup artist was overjoyed, so happy he wanted to kowtow to Wukong.

"However, you must keep this a secret and not tell anyone that I did my own makeup, okay?"

The makeup artist nodded seriously.

Filming resumed from the beginning; since it only took one day, abandoning the earlier scenes wouldn't be a big loss. It naturally began with the stone egg bursting open, giving birth to the stone monkey. He gathered flowers and fruit, calling to his friends. Wukong seemed to have returned to his happy childhood, and his performance was naturally effortless and seamless. Director Zhang Yi repeatedly exclaimed "OK!" This was fantastic! He had directed so many films, but he had never encountered an actor as immersed in the role as Wukong. This kid was a genius!

Wukong led the monkeys to the Water Curtain Cave. They jumped joyfully in front of the cave, and an old monkey said, "Whoever has the ability to go in and find the source without getting hurt, we will all worship him as our king."

Wukong responded loudly, "I'll go in! I'll go in!" He closed his eyes, crouched down, and made as if to jump into the waterfall. Zhang Yi shouted, "Okay, stop!"

Wukong quickly stopped his leap, asking in confusion, "Director, we were acting so well, why did you call a stop?"

Zhang Yi said, "This scene is extremely difficult and dangerous. You need to be very careful. We'll lower a steel cable down from dozens of feet above, secure it around your waist, and then someone above will assist you in lowering you in. Are you scared? If not, we'll find a stunt double."

As soon as he finished speaking, a steel cable was lowered.

Wukong laughed loudly, saying, "Please, stop joking! You all underestimate me. A mere Water Curtain Cave is no challenge for me! I'm off!" With that, he leaped into the waterfall. A chorus of exclamations rose behind him.

Entering the cave, the stone pot, stove, bowls, basins, bed, and benches remained. On a stone tablet in the center, the ten characters "Flower and Fruit Mountain Blessed Land, Water Curtain Cave Heaven" were still clearly visible. However, the frolicking monkeys were gone, and their chattering noise was no longer heard. A wave of sorrow washed over him, and Wukong couldn't help but shed a tear.

He lay down listlessly on the stone bed, the monkeys' faces and voices constantly flashing before his eyes. He felt utterly exhausted. Gradually, he fell asleep…

Those outside the cave, waiting for Wukong to emerge, grew increasingly anxious. Situ Yu, in particular, kept checking her watch.

"What's wrong? Why isn't he coming out?" she asked Zhang Yi anxiously. Zhang Yi was also worried. Had something happened to him inside?

"Send a substitute in immediately!" Situ Yu ordered Zhang Yi.

"But... we just took down the steel cable, and it will take an hour or two to re-erect it."

"No matter how long it takes, get it done right away!" Situ Yu said decisively.

Not far away, Wu Yufu ran over, enthusiastically saying, "I'll go help too."

Situ Yu gave him an appreciative look, and Wu Yufu immediately felt lightheaded. He thought to himself, "I hope that guy surnamed Sun dies inside and never comes out."

Chapter 008 Overnight Fame

Wukong had been sleeping soundly in the Water Curtain Cave when the bustling noise outside woke him up. He rubbed his eyes, looked around, and realized he had fallen asleep on the stone bed inside the cave. Only then did he remember his mission; a large group of people were waiting outside. He quickly roused himself, pulled in his stomach, and leaped out.

The people outside the cave were eagerly waiting, and when they suddenly saw a dark figure fly out, they all screamed and dodged. Wukong hadn't expected so many people below; it was a dense, dark mass, and he couldn't even find a place to land. Startled, his body swooped down like a large bird, desperately trying to pull back, but the immense momentum still caused him to crash into a girl.

The girl gasped, falling backward. Wukong, quick as lightning, scooped her up. He held a warm, soft girl's body tightly, an unprecedented, wondrous feeling spreading through him; he was utterly captivated, unwilling to let go.

The girl, eyes closed, was still shaken, only feeling the strength and security of a man's large hands holding her. After a long while, she slightly opened her eyes, only to see a furry monkey face pressed against her pink cheek. This time, she was even more shocked than when she had been hit. Blushing, she struggled free from Wukong's embrace.

Wukong was still savoring the feeling of being embraced when he was suddenly slapped across the face.

"You pervert!" the girl cursed him angrily.

Wukong stared intently, recognizing the girl. His mind, sharper than a man nearing forty, quickly searched for her, and he remembered—she was the woman who had called him a madman in that square box. Old and new grudges surged within him, and Wukong, driven by rage, raised his hand to retaliate.

But his arm was grabbed in time. Turning his head, he saw Situ Yu looking at him reproachfully. Wukong glanced around; a crowd had gathered. He forced down his anger, glaring fiercely at the girl.

The slap he'd just given was a natural reaction from a young girl. Being held by a strange man in front of everyone was naturally shameful and infuriating, especially by such an ugly, weasel-faced man. However, after hitting her, a pang of regret lingered. After all, she had meant well; if she hadn't hugged her, she would surely be lying on the ground now.

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive," the girl apologized sincerely. Wukong remained silent, still staring at her with disgust.

Situ Yu quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, if there's nothing else, let's continue filming. We'll reshoot the scene. Miss who was watching the commotion, please move away a bit, or you might get accidentally hurt again."

The girl blushed and said shyly, "Actually, I wasn't here to watch the commotion. I'm Yang Ru, a reporter from Aolai TV. I received a tip that a strange person can fly into the Water Curtain Cave without any tools, and I came specifically to interview him."

"Ah, so you're a reporter. That strange person just slapped you; he probably won't be too happy to be interviewed. Besides, we still need to continue filming," Situ Yu said with a smile.

Yang Ru glanced at Wukong, knowing that the slap had ruined everything, and felt extremely regretful.

Everyone split up to prepare for reshooting the scene of Wukong leaping down from the Water Curtain Cave. Situ Yu approached Wukong and whispered, "Why did it take you so long to come out after going into the cave? You scared everyone!"

"Oh, nothing, I was too sleepy, I took a nap on the stone bed inside," Wukong replied casually.

Situ Yu almost fainted!

Wukong led the monkeys to the bottom of the Water Curtain Cave, leaped, and like a soaring roc, soared over the cascading waterfall and into the cave.

The audience outside the cave cheered. Cameras, video cameras, cell phones—everything that could take pictures was used. A tall, thin man, so excited, forgot to press the shutter button and angrily smashed his camera on the ground, shattering it to pieces.

Holding the microphone, Yang Ru stammered excitedly, "Ladies and gentlemen, what you just saw on screen wasn't magic, nor was it special effects; it was 100% real! This extraordinary person is none other than the 'Monkey King' who caused such a ruckus on set yesterday! He's now playing the Monkey King in the movie 'Journey to the West.' It seems he's not crazy; he's a once-in-a-century master! Ah…"

Yang Ru screamed, dropping the microphone. A dark figure swiftly descended from the sky, landing right beside Yang Ru. This time, Wukong was doing it on purpose; he wanted to scare her to get revenge for the slap he'd received. Seeing Yang Ru's panicked expression, Wukong laughed heartily.

Yang Ru knew it was Wukong's prank, and her face flushed crimson. Fortunately, her quick thinking was quite good. She picked up the microphone and, feigning composure, said, "The man standing next to me is the extraordinary person you just saw on screen. We're interviewing him here to satisfy everyone's curiosity. Excuse me, sir... wait, where did he go?"

Director Zhang Yi was furious. He rushed over, grabbed Wukong, and said, "My dear young master, can you be serious for once? I clearly told you beforehand to jump to that open space, why are you running to that beautiful woman's side?"

Wukong replied seriously, "She slapped me, I just wanted to scare her back!"

Director Zhang Yi was so angry he almost vomited blood.

Situ Yu walked over and said, "Let's call it a day. Everyone's tired, and Mr. Sun just recovered from his illness. Let's remove our makeup first, then we'll call it a day."

Yang Ru, who had been following Wukong around like a shadow, rushed in when she heard Situ Yu announce that work was over, saying, "Great! We're done! Mr. Sun Wukong, we've taken up twenty minutes of your time. I think the TV viewers really want to know more about you..."

"But I really don't want to talk to you," Wukong said irritably.

"Just say a few words to her, consider it free publicity for the movie," Situ Yu advised him.

"Go ahead and say it if you want," Wukong said stubbornly. Then he turned and walked towards the dressing room.

"Hey, why are you always like this, leaving so suddenly?" Yang Ru pouted angrily.

"Save it, he's still holding his anger in. There are ways to make him calm down..." 'Pigsy' Li Guangliang squeezed in, pretending to be mysterious. This guy always tries to get close to pretty girls.

"Tell me quickly, what's a good idea? I'll do anything if it works!" Yang Ru asked anxiously. How could she explain to her boss if she couldn't interview Sun Wukong today?

"You'll have to make a sacrifice," Li Guangliang said maliciously, his eyes intentionally glancing at Yang Ru's ample bosom.

"How can you be so lecherous? Your mind is full of vulgar and shameless things," Zhang Yi scolded him with a laugh.

"Please, don't be so vulgar! I mean, have her slap Wukong, then it'll be even. Then she can interview him however she wants," Li Guangliang said with a smile.

Yang Ru innocently said, "That's a great idea! Why didn't I think of that? When he comes out after removing his makeup, I'll slap him back!"

Just then, Li Guangliang said, "What a coincidence! Speak of the devil, and he appears. Miss, you'd better prepare to be beaten."

Yang Ru looked around blankly; where was Sun Wukong? A tall, handsome young man walked towards them. His extraordinary aura stunned Yang Ru.

"Sun Wukong, come quick! Someone here wants you to slap them!" Li Guangliang called out loudly.

"Who's itching for a beating? So cheeky," Wukong said with a laugh.

Li Guangliang pointed at Yang Ru. Wukong's smile vanished instantly.

It took Yang Ru a while to recover from her dazed state. Pointing at Wukong, she asked hesitantly, "You mean, this person is the Sun Wukong from earlier?"

Situ Yu nodded with a smile.

Yang Ru fully woke up; her professional instincts excited her greatly. She picked up her camera and started snapping photos of Wukong. Her colleagues weren't idle either, pointing their lenses intently at Wukong.

Then, Yang Ru offered her pink face and sincerely said, "Please, please slap me!"

"Why should I hit you?" Wukong asked in astonishment.

“I hit you today,” Yang Ru said. “Actually, it’s all my fault. You kindly saved me, but I mistook you for a pervert.”

Yang Ru’s adorable appearance instantly calmed Wukong’s anger.

That evening, Sun Wukong’s heroic image appeared on Aolai TV, and it is said that the ratings were 300% higher than the highest ratings in history.

04-25
Chapter 009 The First Signs of Murder

The manager of Huaguo Mountain Tourist Area was delighted to find that tourists were pouring into the tourist area early in the morning. The super-large parking lot in the area was already full, and the cars that kept entering had no spaces to park, and the car owners were cursing in frustration.

Manager He was also anxious. All the security guards in the area, whether on duty or off duty, were used. His wife, children, aunts and uncles were also urgently recruited, but there were still not enough people. He temporarily raised the ticket price to 200 yuan, and most tourists, except for a few who made a few noises, readily paid.

What’s going on today? It’s neither a holiday nor a day off, but business is unexpectedly booming. Manager He was overjoyed with his busy schedule. He caught a glimpse of a little girl and asked, "Little sister, don't you have school today? Why are you here to play?"

The little girl answered loudly, "I skipped school today to come with my mom to see Sun Wukong filming!"

Manager He understood; they were all here to see Sun Wukong!

The film crew's convoy crawled along like snails in the slow-moving traffic. Situ Yu called Manager He with a grim face, asking, "What's going on on the mountain? Why is there such a traffic jam? Is there a fire?"

"No way, everyone's here to see you filming. There's no way around it, there are no parking spaces inside. Any more cars coming have to turn back and park on the sides of the road, making it difficult to clear the traffic. I'm so annoyed!" Manager He said helplessly on the phone, though he was actually in a surprisingly good mood.

"Then where should we park? We can't exactly park halfway up the mountain and carry the cameras up, can we?"

"Don't worry, we've reserved parking spaces for you right at the main gate. We're really sorry for delaying your filming. How about this, starting today, your daily rental fee of 100,000 yuan will be waived," Manager He said generously.

"That's more like it!" Situ Yu hung up the phone. Saving 100,000 yuan by getting stuck in traffic was worth it!

The five-kilometer journey from the foot of the mountain had taken them over two hours.

When they arrived at the gate, a parking space was indeed reserved for them.

As soon as Wukong got out of the car, he became the focus of everyone's attention, eliciting a series of charming screams.

"So handsome!"

"His eyes are so cool!"

...

Wukong smiled, glancing left and right, his eyes filled with the sight of young girls and their tender, affectionate gazes. Life in the mortal realm was so interesting! He'd be willing to stay here for a lifetime, let alone seven years!

A girl dressed provocatively approached, saying coquettishly, "Handsome brother, can I take a picture with you?"

Before Wukong could reply, she wrapped her arms around his waist like vines around a tree, pressing her soft body against him. Her companion raised her camera and snapped away.

"Alright, alright, stop dawdling! Go inside and change!" Situ Yu said coldly. Wukong's blissful expression annoyed her. Men are all like that, once they're with a woman, they can't resist!

Manager He arrived with more than ten security guards, apologetically saying, "Sorry, I was too busy, I'm late."

Wukong, surrounded by security guards, walked towards the dressing room. Along the way, a surging crowd surged, everyone pushing and shoving in Wukong's direction, hoping to catch a glimpse of his true face.

"Sigh, how can we film like this?" Situ Yu sighed helplessly.

"Don't worry, I've already instructed HR to urgently recruit a hundred security guards tomorrow to ensure your filming proceeds smoothly," Manager He assured, patting his chest.

"We can open the Water Curtain Cave scene to tourists, but for subsequent scenes, we'll move to a closed area inside the film studio. You must guarantee we won't be disturbed too much," Situ Yu said seriously.

"Okay, no problem, but I have one condition: no matter what, Sun Wukong must appear in the tourist area. In exchange, I'll cover all your meals within the tourist area." "

Ha, your terms are quite generous. Not only is the location rental fee waived, but meals are included. But looking at today's crowds, you're getting a good deal," Situ Yu said with a smile. *

Hey, you don't know, my ticket prices have doubled.* Manager He secretly chuckled to himself.

When Wukong emerged in his makeup, the crowd marveled. It was hard to imagine that a tall, robust, handsome man could transform into a small, lively monkey in the blink of an eye. "Incredible! I would never have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes!"

It took a tremendous amount of effort to clear a suitable filming location. Because Wukong had been playing around yesterday and deliberately scared Yang Ru when he jumped down from the cave, he was far from the filming area, so they had to reshoot today.

"Wukong, remember the direction you came down, don't get it wrong again," Zhang Yi repeatedly instructed.

"Got it!" Wukong said with a grin. Then, like an arrow, he shot into the cave. Instantly, the arrow shot out again, landing steadily on the spot.

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

"OK! Great!" Director Zhang Yi shouted.

"Hmph, mediocre skills, worthy of showing off here!" A lean man had appeared beside Wukong sometime earlier. His sudden shout startled the smug Wukong.

Upon closer inspection, the lean man appeared to be around forty years old, dressed in a loose-fitting gray Tang suit. His cold, stern face gleamed with a chilling light, and his deep eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Who are you? It's like you have a deep-seated grudge against me. Can you give me a hint so I can die knowing why? You don't know how miserable it is to die unjustly," Wukong said casually.

"Alright, since you want to know, then listen carefully. My name is Tang San, the Cold-Faced Yama Tang San," the gray-clad man said expressionlessly. As soon as he spoke, the security guards who were gathering around stopped in their tracks.

The onlookers gasped, falling silent. The Cold-Faced Yama's reputation was too great; almost everyone in Aolai Kingdom knew him. He was the top assassin of the Aolai gang "Wutong Night Rain," possessing unparalleled martial arts skills and elusive, unpredictable movements; it was said he had never missed a kill.

"What grudge does he have against the Cold-Faced Yama? It seems he's done for by offending 'Wutong Night Rain,' the number one gangster in Aolai." Someone whispered.

"Ah, it's Brother Tang San! My apologies!" Wukong clasped his hands in greeting and said, "However, your name is really unfamiliar. I really can't remember where I offended you, Brother Tang."

"Hmph, do you think you can just stand here and talk like that after offending me? Let me make it clear to you, remember that 'Sun Wukong' Hu Gang you injured a couple of days ago? He's still in the hospital!"

Wukong suddenly realized that this person had come to his aid out of injustice. He casually asked, "Does that have anything to do with you?"

"Hmph, you might not believe it, but he's the nephew of my boss's old friend. Hitting him is disrespecting my boss. Enough talk, just die!"

"How about this, with heaven as our witness, I only hit him once, and now I'll take yours. We're even." Wukong suggested.

"Fine, you asked for it, don't blame anyone else!" Tang San said angrily. He was confident that with one palm strike, he could at least cripple Wukong, if not kill him.

"Don't hold back!" Even facing death, Wukong still grinned.

Tang San was even angrier, channeling his anger into a single palm strike, forcefully striking Wukong's chest. Wukong's body immediately flew away like a pile of tattered cotton, landing with a heartbreaking scream.

Tang San curled his lip disdainfully and said, "The TV makes him sound so amazing, but he's just a good-for-nothing, utterly useless! He's just wasted my time." With that, he turned and calmly walked away. Everyone was stunned, no one dared to utter a sound. They were even afraid Tang San would hear them if they breathed a little louder. After

Tang San left, many tourists also left, leaving behind a chorus of disappointed sighs mixed with regret.

"Wukong!" Situ Yu finally snapped out of her daze and shouted, rushing towards Wukong.

Chapter 010 Tender Feelings

Situ Yu ran over and saw Wukong lying motionless on the ground, his eyes closed.

"Wukong!" Situ Yu picked up Wukong's thin body, tears streaming down her face. She felt remorseful; she shouldn't have kept him in the first place, causing this unmanageable situation. She was also partly to blame. Thinking of Wukong's handsome figure, she had once wholeheartedly wanted to mold him into a world-class martial arts superstar, but now everything had vanished.

Wukong lay in the beauty's arms with his eyes closed, savoring the wonderful elasticity and fragrance. Being held in the beauty's arms felt wonderful, like a five-star experience. No wonder that fool Pigsy was so eager to follow her down to the mortal realm! He had wasted over two thousand years!

Intoxicated by the gentle embrace, Wukong only wanted to lie there with his eyes closed, never to wake up again. His face was buried against Situ Yu's chest, her firm and elastic breasts pressed tightly against his face, soft and warm through the thin fabric. Wukong greedily inhaled her alluring scent, carrying a faint milky fragrance, feeling intoxicated.

However, Situ Yu had so many tears; his face and head were covered in them, cool and seeping into his skin through the fine hairs, causing an unbearable itch.

Wukong couldn't help but wipe his face, opening his eyes and asking in confusion, "Huh? Everything was fine just now, why did it suddenly start raining?"

Situ Yu was overjoyed, her face immediately brightening. She said with concern, "It's so good you're awake! Director, call an ambulance, quick!"

Wukong hurriedly waved his hand to stop him, saying easily, "No need! Actually, it's nothing serious, just a little sore bottom from falling so high."

"Then you… just now…" Situ Yu stammered, her face flushed.

"Hey, I probably fainted from being scared by that cold-faced Yama," Wukong said, feigning surprise. Actually, that slap was just a tickle; however, since he had injured someone first, taking a slap was only fair. What goes around comes around.

"Then stand up and see if you can walk."

"Miss, you're holding me so tightly, how can I get down?" Wukong whispered.

Situ Yu then realized that a large man was lying in her arms. His face was pressed tightly against her high breasts. A blush instantly spread across her face. Panicked, she quickly let go, and Wukong, caught off guard, fell heavily to the ground.

"Ouch!" Wukong cried out in feigned pain, protesting, "Miss, the most ruthless person in the world ends with you! You're even more ruthless than the cold-faced Yama!" He clutched his waist, looking as if he were in excruciating pain.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to! Are you hurt anywhere?" Situ Yu, misled by Wukong's pained expression, asked anxiously.

"There's probably no immediate danger to your life, just five or six broken ribs." Seeing Situ Yu's anxious look, Wukong couldn't help but chuckle.

Situ Yu realized she'd been tricked and pouted, saying, "You're a master liar! I'll never trust you again!"

Wu Yufu, watching from the side, was heartbroken. He thought to himself that he was a popular actor in China, and his main reason for taking on the role in the movie "Journey to the West," besides the generous salary, was to get close to Situ Yu. Her beauty and her father's billions in assets were what he longed for. But this beautiful dream was about to be ruined by this unexpected obstacle surnamed Sun. He was unwilling to give up, yet helpless, and could only grit his teeth in frustration.

That night, back at the hotel, Wukong was shocked to find his room ransacked.

He'd been robbed! Wukong muttered to himself, "I'm penniless. What thief is so blind as to have a particular fondness for me, the poorest man in the world?"

The female hotel attendant who opened the door for him was stunned. With such tight security, a theft was a serious matter. She rushed to the door and shouted, "Xiao Tao, go and notify the manager! There's a problem in room 2008!"

Hearing the commotion, Situ Yu, who had just returned to her room next door, also rushed over to see what was happening.

Soon, the hotel manager arrived.

"Sir, please check your belongings quickly. See if anything is missing?" the manager said anxiously.

Wukong smiled easily and said, "Besides my life, I really don't have anything valuable. That little thief is so pitiful."

Situ Yu was both amused and exasperated. How could there be such a fool in the world? He was robbed, and instead of being angry, he felt sorry for the thief! This person must be out of their mind, or something's wrong with them.

"You should still check if anything is missing!" Situ Yu said.

Wukong lazily walked to the bed and picked up an open floral cloth bundle.

It contained all his belongings; the cloth itself was a gift from Bajie before his departure, with Bajie repeatedly warning him to keep it safe and return it. He was told not to lose it, or that stingy Bajie would fight him with a knife.

Two tattered robes were still inside the bundle. Wukong muttered, "That little thief at least has a conscience; he didn't take it. Otherwise, I'd be penniless."

Situ Yu, listening to Wukong's grumbling, almost bit her rosy lips to stifle a laugh. These two robes had clearly been washed countless times; they were wrinkled and wouldn't even be taken to a junkyard. He had treasured them like precious gems.

Wukong exclaimed happily, "Luckily, everything's still here!" But then he thought something was amiss; something seemed missing.

He muttered to himself, "Wait a minute, I remember there were more than just these two robes."

Scratching his head and racking his brains for a while, he suddenly slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Ah! Great! I finally remember!"

Situ Yu was startled and asked, "What else is there?"

"There's also a purple-gold alms bowl!" Wukong was delighted with his amazing memory; after so many days, he hadn't forgotten—it was truly remarkable.

"What kind of treasure is it? Is it valuable?" the female manager asked with concern. She was most concerned about the value of the stolen items; if something priceless had been stolen, the hotel's responsibility would be immense.

"It's nothing special, just an alms bowl," Wukong said casually.

The female manager finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"But it's not worthless either. The Buddha… the old man entrusted it to me, instructing me not to lose it," Wukong said dejectedly.

"Oh, it's a family heirloom, isn't it? Losing it for no reason is truly heartbreaking," Situ Yu said, feeling sorry for him.

"That was given to Tang Sanzang by Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, before his journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. It was meant to be used for begging along the way. Somehow, it ended up in the hands of my great-great-great-great-grandfather..." Wukong was pleasantly surprised to find that his storytelling skills had improved by leaps and bounds! At this rate, he could become a professional writer on Qidian!

"What! Li Shimin? The golden alms bowl?" The female manager almost fainted.

"Is there something wrong?" Wukong was baffled by the manager's overreaction.

It took the manager a long time to recover from her dizziness. She lamented desperately, "My God! Is what you're saying true?"

Wukong said irritably, "Do I look like I'm joking?"

"My almighty God!" In her desperation, the manager even invoked God, "That's priceless! I couldn't afford to pay for it even if I sold myself! No, I have to call the police right now!"

The manager hurriedly picked up the phone.

Chapter 011

The police station's efficiency was truly appalling; it took ages for two panting officers to arrive. Situ Yu, who was drinking water, couldn't help but spit it out.

The two men were strikingly different: one tall and fat, his chubby face flushed red—anyone could see he had high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar—a typical case of the "three highs." The other was short and thin, pale-faced, looking severely malnourished. Standing together, they were a stark contrast between oppression and being oppressed.

Situ Yu spat out a mouthful of water, realizing his lapse in composure, and quickly composed himself, feigning concern as he asked, "Officers, you ran so fast, were you being chased by thieves?"

The thin policeman, panting, replied, "Sorry, we were halfway there when our bicycle chain came off, so we ran here."

Situ Yu was curious, "Why do police officers ride bicycles when they're on duty?"

The female manager explained, "Our city's police practice environmentally friendly operations; they use bicycles for both investigations and patrols."

Situ Yu was utterly impressed. What adorable police officers! It seemed she should promote this when she returned home, otherwise some police officers, even those on four wheels, would often slack off, gathering together to eat hot pot or play mahjong.

Feeling a sense of awe towards the two officers, she proactively poured them two cups of tea, as an apology for her earlier inappropriate smile.

The female manager then gave them a detailed report.

"Could you tell us about that...?" the thin policeman turned to face Wukong.

The fat policeman coughed just in time, and the thin policeman hurriedly stopped himself from asking the question, swallowing it back down.

"Can you tell me the origin of that purple-gold alms bowl?" the fat policeman finished his colleague's sentence.

Wukong then recounted the story he had made up with great detail.

The fat policeman frowned and thought for a moment before asking again, "Do you have any enemies in this city?"

Wukong wanted to reveal all the demons and monsters he had grudges against over a thousand years ago, but he was afraid they wouldn't believe him and would accuse him of spreading heresy, which would be disastrous. So he shook his head.

"Does anyone know that you possess this golden alms bowl?" the fat policeman asked hopefully.

Wukong shook his head again. He couldn't very well suspect that the Buddha had stolen it, could he? Bajie was unlikely to steal it either; he was probably still searching for his wife.

The fat policeman's eyes were filled with disappointment. There wasn't a single clue that might be helpful; it seemed like another unsolved case. He said to Wukong dejectedly, "Your case involves what appears to be an antique, and this antique seems to be quite valuable, so our police station takes it very seriously. We will do everything in our power to solve the case as soon as possible!"

Wukong was practically moved to tears. He was truly fortunate to have such responsible police officers! Looks like I won't need to lock the door anymore!

The chubby policeman clumsily searched his briefcase for a while, then reached in and pulled out a half-eaten char siu bun, taking a bite. He then took out a pen and paper and said seriously, "Let's take a statement first."

"Please finish the bun first!" Wukong was very touched. Being a policeman is really hard work; he's so busy he has to eat a bun in two bites!

The chubby policeman stuffed the bun into his mouth and mumbled, "It's alright, I got this bun a few days ago from a teahouse. It's been sitting there for days, and I'd completely forgotten about it. I just happened to see it, so I figured I shouldn't waste it and I'll eat it. Let's begin. What's your name?"

"Sun Wukong."

"Tell me your real name. You don't need to give me your character's name from the play!"

"Sun Wukong. That's been my name since I was little," Wukong answered honestly.

The fat policeman glanced at him in surprise and muttered to himself, "Your dad must have gone mad from watching 'Journey to the West'! Why did he name you that?" He wrote it down truthfully and then asked, "Home address?"

"Water Curtain Cave, Flower and Fruit Mountain."

"Can anyone live in that cave?" The fat policeman was very dissatisfied; this kid was making things up, it was utterly incomprehensible.

Wukong had no choice but to patiently explain, "My family has been begging for food for nine generations, and we used to live in the Water Curtain Cave. So my dad often taught me, 'The Water Curtain Cave is my home, its cleanliness depends on everyone!' This rhyme has accompanied me throughout my childhood. The stone table and stone bed inside were all handcrafted by my great-great-great-great-grandfather!" Wukong started bragging again!

Situ Yu listened, overwhelmed with emotion. No wonder Wukong could come and go freely in the Water Curtain Cave; it turned out there was such a tragic story behind it. How impoverished his childhood must have been! Thinking back to his own childhood, he was waited on hand and foot, with dozens of bodyguards following him to school and on the street. What a world of difference! A surge of pity welled up in the officer's heart for Wukong.

The chubby policeman, too, was moved to tears. He couldn't believe that this handsome star had such a tragic past.

"Your ID number is..." the chubby policeman asked, choking back sobs.

Wukong, completely clueless about what an ID card was, could only shake his head in confusion.

The chubby policeman's tears welled up again. What a human tragedy! A homeless child, begging with adults since childhood, without even the most basic proof of legal citizenship.

The chubby policeman wiped his red eyes with his sleeve, his heart still heavy.

"One last question, can you provide an invoice for the Purple Gold Bowl?" the chubby policeman asked, struggling to hold back his tears as he continued to perform his duties.

Wukong shook his head again. He thought to himself, "This chubby uncle is really strange, asking such odd questions, ID card, invoice—it's all so confusing.

" "Besides this ancestral Purple Gold Bowl, I truly have nothing!" Wukong said honestly.

The chubby policeman finally couldn't hold back his tears any longer. Besides the golden alms bowl, he truly had nothing left! Now, even his only family heirloom had been stolen—what a devastating blow!

"I truly sympathize with your plight!" The portly policeman grasped Wukong's large, strong hand, saying emotionally, "Don't worry, although you don't have an ID card or a receipt for the golden alms bowl, I promise you, I will do my utmost to help you find the thief!"

The policeman shook Wukong's hand repeatedly, finally patting him on the shoulder and saying, "Brother, wait for my good news!"

Wukong and his companions saw the policeman off to the hotel entrance, waving until they were out of sight.

"What a kind person!" Wukong exclaimed sincerely.

"Wukong, come to my room for a moment," Situ Yu said. She had started calling Wukong by his first name, and it seemed quite natural for her.

Wukong was naturally happy to oblige. In fact, even if she hadn't invited him, he would have liked to go to her room for a chat.

“Wukong, I never imagined your childhood was so hard. I'll take good care of you and never let you suffer again!” Situ Yu said earnestly.

Her tone was as if she were my mother. Wukong thought to himself, and it was as if we had been lost for many years and she had finally found me.

Situ Yu opened the safe, took out a stack of banknotes, and handed them to Wukong, saying, “Here’s 50,000 yuan. Buy some snacks for you.”

Wukong waved his hands haphazardly and said, “I don’t need money. I’m not buying anything, and you’ve already covered my food and lodging. What use would I have for money?”

“Silly boy, it’s always good to have some money on you. Haven’t you heard that even a hero can be brought down by a penny?” Situ Yu insisted on stuffing the money into his pocket, saying tenderly, “Don’t refuse. I know you don’t have a penny on you.”

Wukong stopped refusing and accepted it as pocket money from his mother. He hugged Situ Yu emotionally, choking back tears, and said, "Xiao Yu, you're so good, just like my mother."

"Silly girl, you're a year older than me, how am I like your mother? If you're really embarrassed, then you can treat me to a drink at a bar, anyway, I can't remember the last time I've had a drink!" Situ Yu suggested. Being hugged by Wukong, his strong masculine scent made her heart flutter and pound like a deer.

"That's a great suggestion!" Wukong's eyes lit up immediately at the mention of drinks, and he readily agreed.

Chapter 012 Boundless Spring Colors

: The Cold-Faced Yama Tang San, with a Thunderous Invincible Deadly Palm, sent Wukong flying more than thirty feet, thinking that Wukong would be crippled if not dead, so he turned and leisurely left.

He remembered his boss Xiao Xiang's instructions and headed straight for the Jinhua Hotel.

Before leaving, Xiao Xiang said to Tang San with a melancholy expression, "My old friend called, repeatedly urging me to avenge the slap his nephew Hu Gang gave me. I can't refuse his kindness! Our friendship is unparalleled. Last year when I went on vacation to China, he had his most beloved woman accompany me for a week! That woman is stunningly beautiful, and her skills in bed are simply amazing, absolutely intoxicating. Tell me, isn't a friend like that incredibly loyal and devoted? If I can't even help with something this small, how can I save face?"

Tang San nodded vigorously, filled with admiration. So selfless! You could have ten or eight more friends like that!

“However, I’ve heard that this Sun Wukong is quite powerful, with mysterious and unpredictable martial arts. You should go and meet him first, then go to the hotel and investigate his background to see who he really is! If you’re not confident, it’s best to bring a gun.” Xiao Xiang said thoughtfully, then handed him a pistol. “Take this. You’ve left it with me for years; I don’t know if it’s still usable.”

Tang San said disdainfully, “Boss, don’t boost someone else’s morale and diminish our own! Why would I need a gun to deal with some nobody? If word got out, I’d be laughed at.”

Tang San casually took the pistol and glanced at it. The gun was incredibly old and rusty; a flick of the wrist sent rust flakes falling off like snowflakes.

"Keep it for self-defense," Tang San said generously.

"Sigh, how many times have I told you? Why do you always dislike using guns? It's the 21st century already, and you're still fighting for supremacy with your bare hands. You need to keep up with the times, or one day you'll be left behind!..."

"Yes, yes! I'll definitely practice my marksmanship diligently and keep up with the world's trends!" Tang San quickly nodded and bowed. Although the elites of the Wutong Night Rain Society each possessed unique skills, they all had one weakness: 'They fear nothing but their boss's words.'

As it turned out, their boss was indeed overthinking it. Sun Wukong was utterly helpless, defeating him in a single move. Tang San couldn't help but feel smug. On the way down the mountain, he hummed a lighthearted tune.

Upon arriving at the Jinhua Hotel, after a few compliments to the receptionist with a few pimples, he easily found Sun Wukong's room. Entering the room, of course, didn't take much effort either. Before joining the Wutong Night Rain Society, he had worked as a locksmith for a few months, so opening a room was a piece of cake. However,

once inside, the situation was extremely disappointing. He searched every nook and cranny of the room but couldn't find anything that could unlock the mystery of Sun Wukong's origins. Undeterred, he searched more than twenty times, still finding nothing.

There were a few sets of clothes, two new ones, but too big. Two wrinkled cassocks, probably scavenged from a garbage dump, were even less appealing. Only the seemingly brass alms bowl was somewhat acceptable; he'd take it back to report to his boss.

Tang San hid the alms bowl in his clothes and left, but almost at the door, he turned back and carefully searched Wukong's bed, finally finding a single hair. He was overjoyed, carefully picking it up and examining it closely: this hair was black and curly, was it head hair or pubic hair?

He examined it for a long time but couldn't reach a definite conclusion. He even plucked his own head hair and compared it to his pubic hair, but the difference seemed negligible. Tang San completely gave up on this rare attempt at scientific proof, sighed, tore off a piece of tissue paper, wrapped the hair in it, and put it in his pocket. He thought, "Taking this hair back for a DNA test might be useful."

The cold-faced Yama Tang San returned to the headquarters of the Wutong Night Rain Clan with his two spoils. This headquarters was actually the Wutong Manor of their leader, Xiao Xiang. The manor was located in the suburbs, covering an area of 300,000 square meters, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, comfortable and elegant.

Tang San was a frequent visitor, and the maids were all familiar with him. So, without any formalities, he sat down in the living room. The maids busied themselves, some making tea, some lighting cigarettes, some helping him change into slippers… The maids were all young girls, their faces rosy and charming. They were all dressed in tank tops and miniskirts, revealing their fair and plump thighs. Although Tang San was used to it, his eyes couldn't help but linger on those alluring areas.

"Master Tang, Master Xiao is bathing in Huaqing Pool. Should I inform him?" Maid Xiao Hong swayed her slender waist as she approached Tang San. The eldest daughter-in-law, Xiao Xiang, had seven personal maids: Xiao Hong, Xiao Lan, Xiao Lü, Xiao Bai, Xiao Hei, Xiao Huang, and Xiao Zi, all names given to her by Xiao Xiang.

"I'll wait here for a bit," Tang San said. He pretended to admire the calligraphy on the wall, but his gaze kept slipping down, lingering on Xiao Hong's thighs sitting beside him. The calligraphy was Xiao Xiang's own handwriting, reading: "The rain at midnight falls on the paulownia leaves, each leaf a sound of parting." Apart from being crooked, the characters were otherwise flawless.

Half an hour passed, and Xiao Xiang still hadn't appeared. Tang San stared at her fair thighs, his eyes beginning to tire.

"Third Master Tang, please have some tea!" Seeing Tang San's listless expression, Xiao Hong stood up to pour him tea. Looking down from her low-cut tank top, a pair of white, full breasts swayed before Tang San's eyes, and he could vaguely see the two pale pink nipples. Tang San's mind raced; he longed to reach in and fondle them.

"Tell me you have something to report," Tang San said to Xiao Hong, wiping the drool from his mouth. His boss, Xiao Xiang, was taking too long in her bath, and Tang San was getting impatient.

"Okay, please wait a moment!" Xiao Hong replied, getting up and leaving.

Such big, round buttocks! Tang San's gaze followed the undulating curves of her hips, drool dripping onto the floor.

A moment later, Xiao Hong came out and said to Tang San, "Master Xiao wants to talk to you inside!"

Tang San went in as instructed. The bathroom was large, fully furnished with a bed, sofa, coffee table, and television. In the center was a luxurious, enormous bathtub, large enough to accommodate eight or nine people soaking together. It was said to have been custom-made in Italy, costing three million US dollars. Xiao Xiang euphemistically named it "Huaqing Pool," probably envying the enchanting paradise of the imperial concubine's "smooth, silken skin washed by hot spring water."

Tang San unexpectedly discovered that besides Xiao Xiang, there was another alluring woman in the Huaqing Pool, diligently massaging Xiao Xiang's back. Both were completely naked. Tang San stole a glance; the woman looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't immediately recall where he had seen her before. Tang San felt a little awkward, unsure where to look.

"What brings you here at this hour?" Xiao Xiang asked kindly.

Tang San reported without looking away, "I fought Sun Wukong today. Turns out he's just a good-for-nothing, utterly useless

. He should be lying in the hospital now." Xiao Xiang praised him with satisfaction, "As expected of the gang's top assassin, you've lived up to expectations. I can finally report back to my old friend! Have you found out his background?"

Tang San took out the Purple Gold Bowl and said, "That kid was penniless. All he had was this worthless bowl. Before he left, I even took a hair from his bed to test his DNA and see if he had a criminal record."

Xiao Xiang greatly admired him, saying, "Tang San, your experience is getting more and more sophisticated. You even knew to take a hair back. This proves that my usual teachings to you are absolutely necessary and very effective! Bring me that bowl, let me see it."

Tang San did as he was told and handed the Purple Gold Bowl to his boss with both hands. The woman was still half-squatting, massaging Xiao Xiang's back, most of her body above the water. Her pale flesh swayed before Tang San, her large breasts bobbing up and down with each massage, like two playful little rabbits. Tang San silently recited his internal energy cultivation technique, desperately trying to hold back the blood gushing from his nose.

Xiao Xiang picked up the purple-gold alms bowl and examined it, saying, "The craftsmanship is quite exquisite. I'll use it as a bowl for Afu." Tang San knew that Afu was his boss's favorite dog.

Then Xiao Xiang pressed a switch next to the bathtub. Xiao Hong then entered.

"What are your orders, Master Xiao?" Xiao Hong asked respectfully, her hands at her sides.

"Take this alms bowl to use as a bowl for Afu. Then have someone take this hair to the genetic research institute for testing, and send the results to Inspector Huang at the police station to see who the owner of this hair is."

"Yes, I'll take care of it right away!" Xiao Hong took the items and turned to leave.

"Tang San, you must be exhausted after a long day. Take off your clothes and come take a bath with me!" Xiao Xiang was in a good mood today and warmly invited Tang San.

Tang San was a little surprised. It wasn't that he hadn't bathed with his boss before, but those were always in saunas outside. At Huaqing Pool, it was like a maiden getting into a sedan chair—a first for him. Besides, there was a naked woman involved, which was a bit awkward. So he hesitated.

"Hey, Tang San, why are you acting like a shy little girl? Do you want me to undress you myself? You know this beauty, she's Hou Qi's newlywed wife, Jun'e!" Xiao Xiang's tone was a little impatient.

The woman giggled and gave Tang San a pair of flirtatious eyes. Oh, Tang San finally remembered, this slut was Hou Qi's wife, no wonder she looked familiar. He had attended their wedding banquet last month.

Tang San's face turned cold as he stripped naked and sat down on the other side of the bathtub.

"Is Tang San always so stern-faced?" the woman whispered, rubbing her breasts against Xiao Xiang's back.

Xiao Xiang laughed and said, "His nickname is 'Cold-Faced Yama,' of course he's always stern-faced!"

Tang San continued soaking in the water silently. A layer of rose petals floated on the surface of the clear pool, the faint fragrance of roses refreshing and pleasant.

"Come here and massage my neck," Xiao Xiang said to Jun'e, then turned her body away from Tang San.

Jun'e obediently turned around, arching her back and sticking out her buttocks, diligently massaging Xiao Xiang's neck. Tang San watched, his blood boiling, his manhood swelling rapidly. He could see Jun'e's round, plump buttocks, white and delicate, and because of the close proximity, not only was her pink vulva clearly visible, but upon closer inspection, sparse, dark pubic hair could also be seen.

Tang San couldn't help but touch his erect penis, imagining the pleasure of inserting it and thrusting inside.

Jun'e seemed to be deliberately teasing Tang San, her alluring hips swaying back and forth with each kneading motion. Tang San couldn't help but groan softly.

"Tang San, why are you moaning like a cat in heat?" Xiao Xiang laughed at him.

"Boss, I'm sorry, I really..." Tang San said shamefully. Xiao

Xiang rang the bell again, and Xiao Hong swayed her slender waist as she entered.

"How did things go?" Xiao Xiang asked.

"Everything's arranged." Xiao

Xiang nodded with satisfaction .

"Xiao Hong, come down here too, give Master Tang a back massage, he's worked so hard today!" Xiao Xiang said gently.

"Okay!" Xiao Hong obediently agreed and began to undress.

Tang San was moved to tears. With such an understanding and kind leader, what did death matter?

Chapter 013 Tang San's Lewdness

While in the living room, Xiao Hong's pair of fair and tender thighs had already captivated Tang San, leaving him completely distracted. Now, with her clothes off and her jade-like skin exposed, the cold-faced Yama Tang San stared intently, his blood boiling.

Xiao Hong felt flustered under his gaze and said shyly, "Master Tang, your gaze is like you want to devour me whole."

Tang San quickly averted his dazed look and stammered, "Oh, your leather jacket is nice, very handsome!"

Xiao Hong couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "Master Tang, you're always so serious, I never imagined you were such a witty person." As she spoke, she stepped over the bathtub, squatted down behind Tang San, and placed her soft little hands on his back, gently kneading it.

Tang San closed his eyes slightly, drifting in and out of his reverie, unaware of where he was. Intentionally or unintentionally, Xiao Hong's smooth body would sometimes lightly brush against Tang San's bare back, sending shivers of pleasure through him. It was a touch of tenderness, leaving him wanting more. Coupled with the allure of her beautiful buttocks, Tang San's manhood was already erect, surfacing.

"Master Tang, you're quite restless down there!" Xiao Hong said with a smile, pressing her soft, elastic breasts against Tang San's back, teasing him wantonly. Tang San couldn't resist any longer and, disregarding everything, turned Xiao Hong around, making her sit on his lap. Xiao

Hong gasped softly, then fell silent, afraid Xiao Xiang would hear, obediently letting Tang San do as he pleased. Tang San, burning with desire, didn't care that Xiao Xiang was beside him, and placed his hands on Xiao Hong's breasts, caressing them. Xiao Hong, already a woman of many desires, was aroused by Tang San's teasing, her heart fluttering uncontrollably. Her two pale pink nipples gradually hardened, and her soft hands involuntarily grasped and stroked Tang San's manhood.

Tang San knew Xiao Hong was aroused, so he quickly lifted her body, aligned her with her vulva, and inserted his thick, erect member.

Neither dared to be too unrestrained, beginning their movements gently. But Tang San's burning desire grew stronger with each gentle thrust, and his movements gradually intensified. Xiao Hong's pleasure also grew stronger, and she involuntarily moaned softly. The two in front noticed, and Xiao Xiang turned her head to look. She saw Tang San and Xiao Hong facing each other, tightly embracing, still swaying passionately.

"Hehe, Tang San, you're quite bold, daring to touch even my maid," he said, his tone not harsh.

Knowing he'd been discovered, Tang San, in his panic, disregarded everything else and gasped, "Boss, I promise it'll only happen once, never again!"

"Damn it, you want a next time?" Xiao Xiang laughed and cursed. Knowing Xiao Xiang wasn't angry, Tang San grew bolder. He turned around, ordered Xiao Hong to hold onto the bathtub, her beautiful buttocks raised, and he thrust in from behind. He pumped in and out two or three hundred times, making Xiao Hong moan and gasp.

Jun'e, her heart pounding with lust, was already soaked. She said in a coquettish voice, "Master Xiao, I want it too!" She leaned down and grasped Xiao Xiang's manhood. Xiao Xiang smiled knowingly and sat up straight. Without a word, Jun'e sat on Xiao Xiang's lap, grabbed his manhood, and shoved it into her eagerly awaiting entrance. Xiao Xiang felt her slippery warmth and tightness, and he was overjoyed.

Two couples were passionately making love, splashing small waves in the bathtub. Lost in their bliss, the maid Xiao Zi knocked and entered. Seeing the scene, she wasn't overly surprised, saying, "Master Xiao, your phone."

Xiao Xiang stopped thrusting, took the phone, listened for a while, his brow furrowing, his face darkening. He handed the phone to Xiao Zi, waved his hand, and Xiao Zi silently withdrew.

"Tang San, turn around," Xiao Xiang said grimly. Tang San was startled, quickly pulling his penis from under Xiao Hong's body, turning to face Xiao Xiang, his thick, erect penis still proudly erect.

Xiao Xiang stared at Tang San, his gaze deep and meaningful. Tang San felt uneasy under his gaze, unsure of himself, and tentatively asked, "Boss, has something happened at the gang?"

Xiao Xiang sighed heavily and remained silent. After a long silence, he asked in a somber tone, "Tell me again about your fight with Sun Wukong today."

Tang San recounted in detail how he injured Sun Wukong with his palm, and boasted, "I used all my strength in that palm strike. Even if Sun Wukong's sternum wasn't completely broken, it must have been broken to a great extent!"

Xiao Xiang sneered and said disdainfully, "But he's not a hair out of the bag right now, and he's drinking with that rich girl, Situ Yu, at a bar."

Tang San was shocked. Sun Wukong had clearly taken a blow from him and should have been seriously injured, so how could he be unharmed? It seemed this guy was indeed a bit mysterious and unpredictable; he couldn't be taken lightly. He lost all interest in enjoying Xiao Hong's gentleness, abruptly stood up, and got down on the ground, naked.

"Boss, which bar is he at?" Tang San asked urgently. Xiao Hong had also gotten down, completely naked, and helped him put on his clothes. Tang San swallowed hard, gritting his teeth and cursing Wukong under his breath. "This kid's ruined my mood."

"Night Rain Bar. We'd better bring them both back. I heard that rich girl is incredibly wealthy; we can squeeze a billion or two out of her and give the brothers a bonus!" Xiao Xiang said casually. It seemed Tang San was certain to capture them easily and return victorious.

"Don't worry, boss, I won't come back to see you until I've captured them," Tang San said, patting his chest. He'd witnessed Wukong's abilities; they were nothing to brag about, except he might have some magic pills that could quickly heal wounds.

Tang San sped towards the city, taking four trusted men with him as a precaution.

Upon arriving at Night Rain Bar, his men exclaimed sincerely, "Master Tang's driving skills are amazing! You only hit and killed one black dog along the way!"

"Compared to flying, there's still a bit of a gap," Tang San said modestly.

His men were convinced; Master Tang was indeed humble, always able to find shortcomings in the strengths of others.

Upon entering the candlelit Night Rain Bar, the owner, Wu Shi, greeted him obsequiously, "Master Tang, are you here for a drink?"

"If I don't drink, am I supposed to be here to send you off to your funeral?" Tang San said coldly. Wu Shi was also a lackey of the Wutong Night Rain gang, but Tang San looked down on him. He was always like a lapdog, wearing a fake smile. The cold-faced Yama Tang San hated people smiling for no reason.

Tang San quickly spotted his target. Wukong was sitting by the window, opposite a woman with a slender figure, presumably Situ Yu. The two were chatting and laughing, relaxed and carefree.

Hey, this kid is seriously injured, and he still has the mood to flirt. But it seems he doesn't have a single trace of injury. Tang San was completely puzzled. Logically speaking, even the best wound medicine takes time to heal, it won't heal instantly. Does this kid know witchcraft?

The five men stood silently beside Wukong's table, their faces as cold as ice. The surrounding diners, seeing these five fierce-looking men, felt a chill and quickly left their tables.

Wukong recognized Tang San and said with a casual smile, "Brother, I've already taken a blow from you today. What else do you want to teach me?"

Tang San said with a dark face, "If one blow wasn't enough to send you to the Western Paradise today, I'll make up for it now."

"I have no grudge against you, why do you insist on killing me?"

"I, Tang San, never need a reason to take a life."

"Before I die, I want to ask you a trivial question: did you take the alms bowl I left in the hotel room?"

"Anyway, you're about to become a nobody, so telling you won't hurt. I did take that broken alms bowl, and now I'm using it to feed the boss's dogs."

"Oh, so it seems you're not only a top-tier assassin, but also a petty thief. My apologies!" Wukong mocked.

A faint blush crept onto Tang San's cold face. Being a thief was indeed beneath the dignity of a top-tier assassin.

"Too many sins will lead you to the eighteenth level of hell after death, never to be reborn. Everyone, please leave!" Wukong pleaded earnestly. Thinking to herself, "If Master Tang San were here, I wouldn't have to waste my breath on this tedious lecture."

Tang San scoffed at Wukong's lecturing, saying contemptuously, "Who cares what happens after death! Enough talk, give me your life!"

"Even ants cling to life, how could you take my worthless life so easily? Wouldn't that be incredibly disgraceful?" Wukong said casually. Then, to the terrified Situ Yu, he said, "Xiao Yu, go to the counter and pay."

Situ Yu had never experienced anything like this before and was completely terrified. Hearing Wukong's order, she wanted to leave, but worried about his safety, so she hesitated.

Wukong gave her a wink. Situ Yu saw it, of course, and thought, "This departure might mean we're separated by life and death!" Overwhelmed with grief, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She had already witnessed Tang San's power today; how could Wukong be a match for him? She was likely in grave danger. "Alas, who would have thought that Wukong, who suffered so much in his childhood, would encounter such an inescapable tribulation just as his life was beginning to improve!

" "Why are you dawdling? Hurry up and pay the bill, do you want to freeload?" While Situ Yu was still lamenting inwardly, Wukong hardened his heart and feigned a shout at her.

Situ Yu, of course, knew Wukong's intention—to send her away and let her suffer the consequences alone. Realizing that staying here wouldn't help, she decided to take the opportunity to leave and find a way to call the police later. She was about to get up and leave when

one of Tang San's men swiftly stepped forward, shouting, "Don't even think about leaving!" A pair of large hands reached for her shoulders.

Wukong moved swiftly, like lightning, and had already pounced on the man, punching him in the face. The man, caught off guard by Wukong's speed, received a powerful blow to the face, his teeth falling to the ground, and he immediately fainted from the pain.

Seeing the situation was dire, the other three rushed forward with howls. Wukong unleashed a whirlwind kick, sweeping the three burly men several meters away like autumn leaves. A table shattered, followed by the shattering of a beer bottle.

One of the dark-faced men staggered to his feet, unwilling to give up, and grabbed a beer bottle, charging forward.

"Quite courageous!" Wukong praised, then delivered another powerful kick to his chest. The dark-faced man's massive body flew through the air, heading straight for the liquor cabinet.

"Oh dear, my prized liquor!" the owner, Wu Shi, cried out in anguish. Looking at the dark-faced man lying motionless on the ground, his face covered in blood and foam,

Wu Shi hurriedly grabbed the phone to call the police.

"Hmph, not bad kung fu!" Tang San watched coldly, hands in his sleeves. In truth, he was secretly astonished. Sun Wukong's movements were incredibly fast; he hadn't even seen him make a move, yet his four generals were already lying on the ground. It seemed he had to be careful and couldn't afford to be careless. Otherwise, with his formidable reputation as the Cold-Faced Yama, if he lost to this unknown brat, he would never dare to show his face again.

Chapter 014: A Secret Heart

Falls for the Cold-Faced Yama Tang San held his breath, waiting for his opportunity. His expression was grave, his killing intent surging.

The Night Rain Bar was deathly silent.

The suffocating silence before the storm.

Wukong remained silent, observing the situation. Although Tang San's palm strike today hadn't broken any bones, its power had still moved Wukong. If he hadn't cultivated a body of copper and iron, he probably would have been doomed.

Tang San couldn't hold back any longer. He lunged forward, thrusting his right hand forward, unleashing the Thunderous Invincible Deadly Palm that struck fear into the hearts of those in the martial world. He had used this move to send Wukong flying more than thirty feet today, tasting its power, and naturally wanted to achieve another great feat. This attack naturally used all his life's strength, even overdrawing the remaining years' worth of energy, aiming to strike and reduce Wukong to dust in one blow.

Wukong shifted his stance, dodging the fierce palm strike, and then launched a spring kick towards Tang San's face. Tang San hurriedly turned his head to dodge. But Wukong's kick was a feint; he immediately changed direction and kicked towards Tang San's chest!

Caught off guard, Tang San tried to dodge backward, but the foot had already struck his chest with lightning speed. "Ah..." Tang San cried out in agony, his body shooting straight towards the wall!

Tang San used his fragile body to test the wall's solidity, then collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.

"That's great!" Situ Yu was overjoyed, completely forgetting her earlier panic. She jumped up, hugged Wukong tightly, and pressed her pink face against his. The immense joy of surviving the ordeal made her lose herself in the moment.

Wukong was also overjoyed, not only because he had defeated Tang San, but also because he now held a beauty in his arms, feeling inexplicably happy. He could feel Situ Yu's high, soft breasts pressed against him, and he could feel her rapid heartbeat. Wukong was deeply moved; his own safety was being worried about by such a beautiful woman as Situ Yu—what a blessing!

"Hey, I won, why are you crying?" Wukong asked, puzzled.

"I'm so happy! I can't help but cry!" Situ Yu let her tears flow freely, clinging tightly to Wukong like a vine clinging to a tree, as if afraid that if she let go, Wukong would leave her. She murmured in Wukong's ear, "I'm so afraid I'll never see you again."

Seeing her delicate, tearful appearance, Wukong teased her, "I've only known you for a few days, and you've already cried twice. I think you must be a real crybaby."

Situ Yu pressed her pink face against his chest and said shyly, "My tears are all for you." She spoke the truth from the bottom of her heart. Her feelings for Wukong went through three stages in just a few days:

At their first meeting, she admired his martial arts and wanted to use him to complete the film shoot. Then, learning about his difficult past, she felt deep sympathy. Tonight, facing a powerful enemy, he didn't back down or abandon her; she felt admiration and a subtle, inseparable affection for Wukong grew within her.

She was surprised to find herself so anxious about the safety of someone she had only known for a short time, and overjoyed by his victory. Could this be love?

A blush of happiness spread across her face as she buried her head in Wukong's chest, unwilling to leave for a long time.

After a long while, Tang San struggled to his feet, stretching his neck and spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face was ashen, his heart filled with despair. He couldn't believe that the renowned, cold-faced Yama Tang San had lost to an unknown brat in a single move.

He was shocked, he was bewildered, as if in a dream; he wished it were a nightmare! But the throbbing pain in his sternum told him this wasn't a dream, it was cruel reality! He had lost, utterly defeated!

He regretted not bringing his gun. Although rusty, it should still be usable. It seemed he should discuss it with the boss when he got back; it was time to reform Wutong Night Rain and upgrade its equipment! A gang couldn't remain unchanged for fifty years; it needed to evolve with the times! The boss, after all, was the boss; he had a long-term strategic vision.

Tang San raised his ashen face, his cold gaze filled with resentment, and stared at Wukong, saying, "I admit defeat today. We'll meet again, though!"

Wukong scoffed, "That sounds like something out of a thousand-year-old bandit's dialogue. Come on, what era are we living in? Change the lines!"

Tang San, his face ashen, gritted his teeth and stood up, staggering to the henchmen still lying on the ground.

"Come on, get up! Don't act like dead dogs, it'll make us a laughingstock!" Tang San shouted.

The henchmen groaned, unable to get up.

Tang San, enraged, kicked them. The poor henchmen, their old wounds already inflicted, were now inflicted with new pain. They howled even louder, like pigs being slaughtered.

Tang San ignored them, continuing to kick them with all his might. The henchmen, unable to endure it any longer, struggled to their feet.

The five of them, supporting each other, staggered away.

The owner, Wu Shi, greeted Tang San respectfully at the door, saying, "Take care, Mr. Tang, welcome back again."

Tang San kicked him in the shin, cursing, "Next time I come, I'll tear down your damn bar!"

Wu Shi wore a professional smile, respectfully seeing Tang San off until his figure disappeared. Turning around, he immediately put on a face of utter despair.

"Oh dear, gentlemen, this commotion has caused me a huge loss! Look at this liquor, these chairs… I have elderly parents and young children to support, and a 150-year-old grandmother to feed. What am I supposed to do! Give me a rope, and I'll just hang myself…" Wu Shi slapped his thighs and stomped his feet, more distressed than if his father had died.

Wukong thought, "This whole mess started because of me; I shouldn't drag innocent people into it." He took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket, handed it to Wu Shi, and said, "Here's 30,000 yuan; consider it compensation for your losses!"

Wu Shi was overjoyed, took the money, and thanked him profusely. Wukong said, "You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank Miss Situ. She gave you the money!"

Wu Shi was so grateful he almost knelt down and kowtowed to her. Looking at her dignified face, she was clearly the Bodhisattva Guanyin, the savior from suffering!

Just as he was expressing his gratitude, a bicycle bell rang outside the door. Immediately afterward, two policemen walked in.

Situ Yu couldn't help but smile. It was that fat and thin policemen again. What a small world!

The two policemen also saw them and laughed, "It's you again, what a coincidence!"

"Who called to report a fight here?" the fat policeman asked.

Wu Shi said with dissatisfaction, "It was me. You guys are always so timely. The fight is over, and you always arrive just in time. Have you been watching too many Hong Kong movies?"

The fat policeman sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, my bicycle chain broke again halfway! Look, my hands are covered in grease, I haven't even had time to wash them!" He held out his hands, which were indeed covered in grease.

Situ Yu laughed so hard she clutched her stomach, saying, "Why do your bicycles always have their chains fall off? What a

piece of junk!" "There's nothing I can do," the fat policeman replied seriously, "it's been six years, still an old 28-inch domestic brand. The government encourages thrift; a major overhaul could keep it going for another ten or eight years."

The boss, Wu Shi, briefly explained the situation. The fat policeman expressed deep sympathy for Wu Kong's plight, saying, "Your experience is truly pitiful! A theft and a revenge attack in one day—based on my extensive experience, both incidents are likely the work of one person! It seems your life of hardship continues! Don't worry, if you have any problems, call the police!"

Turning to Wu Shi, he asked seriously, "Do you recognize the person who caused this trouble?"

Wu Shi shook his head. He couldn't say that he himself was a member of the Wutong Night Rain Society and knew the strictness of the rules. Originally, he only called the police because he saw Wu Kong was unstoppable and feared he would escalate the situation.

The chubby policeman expressed his doubt: "You run a bar, you've seen it all, what kind of petty thugs don't you recognize?"

"I really don't know him, he's probably just a lone thief passing by," Wu Shi said, looking completely innocent.

Situ Yu walked over and said, "Judging from his tone, he's Tang San from 'Wutong Night Rain'."

"Tang San?" The chubby policeman was shocked, his mouth agape, practically wide enough to fit two eggs. His face was filled with terror, as if he'd suddenly seen a ghost.

"What, you know him?" Situ Yu asked in surprise.

"Not only do I know him, even kids are familiar with that name." The chubby policeman patted Wu Kong on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Take it easy, brother! The thing is gone, let it go, the fight's over, don't take it too seriously!"

With that, the two policemen hurriedly took their leave, as if some ferocious monster was lurking in the bar.

Chapter 015 A Stone Stirs Up a Thousand Waves

The cold-faced Yama Tang San returned to Wutong Manor in disarray, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing violent ripples.

The leader, Xiao Xiang, his face frosty, silently puffed on his cigar. He could hardly accept this fact; the five burly men before him, their faces ashen, had once been the pride of the gang, their unyielding banners. Without warning, those banners had fallen, fallen into the hands of an unknown youth.

Xiao Xiang silently finished his cigar. Tang San didn't dare utter a sound, sitting listlessly. He didn't know what awaited him. Two hours ago, he was still boasting arrogantly, pounding his chest, vowing to bring Wukong and the other two back; now, he returned empty-handed, looking utterly disheveled.

The victor is king, the loser is a bandit; he'd leave it to fate.

"Tell me, what kind of formidable character is this kid surnamed Sun?" Xiao Xiang spoke first, breaking the suffocating silence. Her cold gaze was like a knife, chilling Tang San to the bone.

Tang San forced himself to stay alert and said, "Sun's martial arts moves are bizarre. I fought him for over a hundred rounds, and I still can't figure out which school he belongs to." Tang San couldn't bring himself to say that he had been defeated in a single move.

"Didn't you use your 'Wutong Night Rain' name card against him?"

"Yes! But that kid was clueless, didn't react at all, and seemed to disregard our gang."

Xiao Xiang fell into deep thought. The kid surnamed Sun behaved strangely, even his name was unusual, but he seemed to have come prepared, and with considerable momentum.

"Even your top assassin failed miserably. It seems the gang can't find anyone else suitable to counter him. Tang San, do you have any good plans to deal with Sun Wukong?"

Tang San shook his head, saying arrogantly, "I'm not bragging, but within the gang, if I, Tang San, can't handle something, probably no one else can—except you, Boss!"

At this crucial moment, Tang San seized the opportunity to flatter his boss. Xiao Xiang was pleased. The arrogant Tang San usually didn't flatter others, so this heartfelt remark showed that he still admired him as the supreme leader.

"Are we just supposed to let this go and let Sun Wukong off the hook? But if we do that, we'll really be letting down our old friend. Besides, if we can't even handle a nobody, the gang's reputation will be ruined." Xiao Xiang was very frustrated.

"Boss, we lost in a fistfight, but we still have a gun!" Tang San reminded him.

Xiao Xiang slapped his thigh and said, "That's a wake-up call!" He turned around, went back to his room, found the rusty pistol, and handed it to Tang San, saying, "Okay, take this, go get revenge!"

He took it and tried to cock it, but it was so rusty that Tang San couldn't turn it even with all his strength.

Tang San said sheepishly, "Boss, this gun seems to be unresponsive."

"Just make do with it!"

"But... I can't cock it."

Xiao Xiang took it, and with a little force, the barrel actually fell apart.

"It's time to retire this old gun!" Xiao Xiang threw it into the trash can and said, "Over the years, the gang has accumulated some money, so let's go all out and buy a batch of guns to strengthen our gang!"

Tang San nodded in agreement. He used to think guns were just tools for the weak to embolden themselves, but after this lesson, his perspective had changed considerably. As the saying goes, there's always someone stronger, and there's always someone better. With a gun in hand, there's nothing to worry about.

Seeing that he agreed with her, Xiao Xiang's enthusiasm soared, and her voice rose sharply: "Your old mind has finally awakened! It's a little late, but at least you've made progress! Tonight, when you get back, make a list of all the weapons you need to buy. Don't be afraid to spend money; have a long-term vision. The only goal is to keep pace with the times and make the Wutong Night Rain Society bigger and stronger!"

After a pause, Xiao Xiang continued, "We must promote this concept throughout the entire society, instill the importance of modern weaponry, liberate our thinking, and strive to build Wutong Night Rain into a modern society within six months! Break out of Aolai and go global..." Xiao Xiang spoke with great passion.

Tang San listened, his heart surging with emotion; a magnificent blueprint for the society's flourishing future appeared before his eyes.

Encouraged by the future she had envisioned, Xiao Xiang told her maid, Xiao Hong, who was standing by, "Go and send a text message right away: 'Tomorrow at nine o'clock, the club's general meeting will be held.'"

Xiao Hong's fingers flew across the keyboard, quickly drafting a message: "Tomorrow at nine o'clock, the 909th general meeting of the club will be held in the council hall. No one may be absent. "

After Xiao Xiang nodded in approval, Xiao Hong sent the message to the group.

The next morning at nine o'clock, as Xiao Xiang appeared at the entrance of the council hall, Xiao Hong, dressed in a tight-fitting, high-slit cheongsam, approached and reported: "President Xiao, almost all 5126 people are present, except for Liu Er from Goldfish Street, whose hemorrhoids flared up today, and he needs to take the day off."

Xiao Xiang frowned and said, "That Liu Er is such a jerk, taking the day off for such a small thing!"

"He said he really can't sit still," Xiao Hong said cautiously.

Xiao Xiang walked into the council hall with her hands behind her back and her head held high. The crowd was silent.

Nine people were already seated side by side on the platform. They were three gold-medal assassins: Cold-Faced Yama Tang San, Jade Rakshasa Ye Fang, and Smiling Tiger Zhang Yao; three silver-medal assassins; and three bronze-medal assassins. A large banner hung above the platform, proclaiming: "Warmly Celebrate the Successful Convening of the 909th General Assembly of the Wutong Night Rain Society."

Xiao Xiang strode onto the platform and sat down in the center. Tang San, beside him, proactively handed him a document for review.

Xiao Xiang took it and looked at it; it contained: Society Weapon and Equipment Purchase Budget:

5126 M15 General Pistols,

100 Browning Heavy Machine Guns

, 500 M67 Hand Grenades,

30 Apiras Rocket Launchers , 10

203mm Howitzers, 2

F-22 Fighter Jets

…

Two large pages were densely packed with text. Xiao Xiang said, "Hmm, not bad. It's clear you've put a lot of thought into it."

"These were all compiled after consulting with Mr. Smith, the American arms dealer. Time was short, so there might not have been time to make a budget for some items; that will be added later," Tang San said modestly.

"However, the most urgent task is to purchase firearms and ammunition as soon as possible, ideally within half a month. Other plans should be considered and recorded," Xiao Xiang gave clear instructions.

The meeting was chaired by Xiao Xiang. First, the glorious history of the organization over the past 30 years was reviewed, the current domestic and international situation was analyzed, and the important role of modern weaponry for the organization was explained.

"Everyone must remember, Wutong Night Rain is a modern enterprise, not a criminal organization. Our business covers a wide range, including finance, securities, real estate, entertainment, restaurants and hotels... as long as there's money to be made, we'll get involved. Moreover, we actively give back to society and consider maintaining social order our responsibility. As everyone knows, in our city, criminal cases and traffic accidents that the police dare not solve are ultimately investigated and decided by our organization, which spends a lot of manpower and resources to gather evidence..."

Xiao Xiang spoke eloquently for three hours. Considering everyone was hungry, she distributed a pack of biscuits and a bottle of mineral water to each person, as always.

As the second-in-command of the organization, the cold-faced Yama Tang San continued to speak. He clutched his still aching chest and issued an A-level kill order to the entire organization for Sun Wukong.

Chapter 016 Bar Party Night

Situ Yu was secretly worried about Wukong's safety. After learning from various sources, she gradually gained a clearer understanding of Wutong Night Rain's background. It was a large-scale criminal organization with numerous members and widespread influence. Moreover, he was ruthless and vicious, committing all sorts of evil deeds including rape, kidnapping, smuggling, and drug trafficking.

Wukong had inadvertently stirred up this hornet's nest; the consequences were unimaginable. Situ Yu secretly increased security at the movie theater, refusing entry to any unauthorized personnel. He also sent someone to the hospital to visit Hu Gang, who had been injured by Wukong, hoping to minimize the damage and prevent the situation from escalating.

Hu Gang was no ordinary person. He was a well-known martial arts actor in China, but unexpectedly, he was struck by Wukong and would spend six months in the hospital. Although the doctor said he would fully recover in six months, he harbored deep hatred for Wukong and vowed revenge.

Hu Gang quickly learned of the defeat of the cold-faced Yama Tang San from Wu Yufu. Wu Yufu volunteered to visit Hu Gang in the hospital and resolve the feud between the two.

"Tang San, the number one assassin of Wutong Night Rain, turns out he was all talk and no action. He was utterly defeated by Sun Wukong in a single move," Wu Yufu deliberately leaked. He knew Tang San was standing up for Hu Gang, and Hu Gang was naturally very interested in knowing his defeat.

"Is that guy Sun really that good?" Hu Gang asked dejectedly. He lay on the hospital bed, his chest wrapped in bandages.

Wu Yufu nodded and said, "He's become a celebrity now. Miss Situ announced that she's raising his salary to twenty million. Originally, all this glory should have belonged to you, brother."

Hu Gang was heartbroken, his thoughts churning. Wu Yufu's heartfelt words added to his resentment towards Wukong.

"Miss Situ also said that in addition to workers' compensation, she will give you extra compensation for your injury, hoping you won't cause any more trouble for Sun Wukong. I think you can only accept your bad luck. He's the pillar of the crew now, even Miss Situ gives him some leeway." Wu Yufu added fuel to the fire.

"As long as I have a breath left, I will never let that Sun fellow have a good life!" Hu Gang vowed through gritted teeth. Wu Yufu was secretly pleased, offered a few insincere words of comfort, and got up to leave.

"Wukong, let's go out for drinks tonight, it's on me!" Wu Yufu said readily when they returned to the hotel that evening.

"Great!" Wukong readily agreed. How could Wukong refuse a drink? Besides, Wukong had a good impression of Wu Yufu; the last time he had diarrhea, Wu Yufu had been so caring, and Wukong already considered him a close friend.

Wu Yufu led him to the Night Rain Bar.

"Boss Wu, business is good!" Wukong greeted the owner, Wu Shi, behind the counter.

Upon seeing Wukong, Wu Shi looked around in alarm, as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Why do you look at me like I'm a ghost, Boss Wu? Am I really that scary?" Wukong joked.

"Not at all, Mr. Sun is a handsome and distinguished man, a true phoenix among birds, a dragon among men!" Wu Shi regained his usual smile, offering sincere praise.

"My surname is Wu, and I reserved a VIP room in advance," Wu Yufu said.

"Hehe, room 203 has already been reserved for you. Please come upstairs!" Wu Shi personally and attentively led them to the VIP room on the second floor.

"What would you two like to drink?" Wu Shi asked respectfully.

Wu Yufu waved his hand and said, "Wait a moment, there are still two people who haven't arrived yet!"

"Alright, alright, please ring the bell if you need anything," Wu Shi said. He secretly prayed that Tang San and the others wouldn't come tonight, otherwise there would be another good show. Although Wu Shi was a member of Wutong Night Rain, his initial intention was simply to have a powerful backer, and his heart was still focused on the bar business. Moreover, Wukong's martial arts skills were high and his actions were generous, which made him feel good about him.

"Someone else is coming?" Wukong asked suspiciously, "Isn't it just the two of us tonight?"

Wu Yufu smiled and said mysteriously, "Wait a moment, I'll give you a surprise."

Not long after, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Coming!" Wu Yufu jumped up happily and went to the door to greet them. Wukong

looked towards the door and saw two beautiful women standing there, graceful and elegant. One was wearing a purple backless evening gown, sexy and charming. The other was simply dressed, youthful and elegant. Wukong recognized them; both were actors from the film crew. The one in purple was Qian Yanxiang, who played the White Bone Demon, and the other, a woman with light makeup, was Jin Ruolan, who played the Queen of the Women's Kingdom.

"Please come in!" Wu Yufu politely gestured. The four sat on a long sofa, Jin Ruolan to Wukong's left and Qian Yanxiang to his right.

"What would you like to drink?" Wu Yufu asked for everyone's opinions.

"Let's have beer!" Qian Yanxiang suggested.

"Okay!" Wu Yufu agreed. Then he rang the bell to call the waiter and said, "Four dozen Carlsbergs, please."

"Wow, you're so generous! Let me make it clear beforehand, I can't hold my liquor, you'll have to drink three dozen by yourself!" Qian Yanxiang said sweetly.

"No way, let's divide the tasks, one dozen each."

"Have mercy! If I drink like this, I'm definitely going to be passed out on the street tonight!" Qian Yanxiang said with a sweet laugh.

"Don't worry, if you get drunk, this handsome man will take care of you," Wu Yufu said flippantly. His eyes darted down her neckline, and oh my god, she wasn't wearing anything underneath; her firm breasts were clearly visible.

"Show-off! Who needs you to take care of them?" Qian Yanxiang laughed and scolded. Her alluring gaze glanced at Wukong intentionally or unintentionally, thinking that it would be different if Wukong were taking care of her.

Wukong's attention, however, wasn't on her. He saw Jin Ruolan sitting quietly to one side, engrossed in watching the people singing on TV, and thought, this woman is a bit different.

"Miss Jin, do you often come to bars?" Wukong, seeing Wu Yufu and the others chatting so enthusiastically, didn't want to neglect her, so he struck up a conversation.

Jin Ruolan turned her head, smiled brightly at him, and said, "I rarely come because I don't like noisy places, and I don't drink." She thought to herself, "If Wu Yufu hadn't repeatedly emphasized that Wukong was also there, I wouldn't have come.

" "Last time I had diarrhea, thank you so much for buying me medicine," Wukong sincerely thanked her.

"It was nothing, not worth mentioning, you're too kind,"

the two whispered. Qian Yanxiang pushed two cans of beer over, saying sourly, "You two are sneaking around, what are you whispering about?"

Ruolan blushed and said, "Just chatting."

Yanxiang pouted and said, "Your face is all red, isn't it because you're feeling guilty?"

"I don't have as many wicked thoughts as you," Ruolan said timidly.

Wukong opened a beer, poured it into a glass, took a sip, and found the taste strange, a bit peculiar. Is this even considered beer? It's just tea with a weird taste.

Ruolan also drank, slowly finishing a can of beer in half a day.

"Let's play dice, the loser drinks a cup," Yanxiang suggested, picking up the dice cup on the table.

"That's a good suggestion," Yufu immediately agreed.

Wukong immediately became interested when he heard about playing. He asked enthusiastically, "How do we play?"

Yanxiang was surprised and said, "Really? You don't even know how to play such a simple game?" So she taught him how to play in detail. Wukong was naturally gifted at playing and quickly understood.

Ruolan, with the worst skills, lost nine games in a row. After drinking eight glasses of beer, her face was flushed.

She waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, if I drink one more, I'll be lying on the ground."

"A bet is a bet, no cheating," Wu Yufu insisted.

"I'll drink it for him," Wukong snatched the glass and downed it in one gulp.

Ruolan looked at him, her face full of gratitude and joy.

"That's so unfair!" Qian Yanxiang pouted, "If I lose, you have to drink it for me too!"

"Don't worry, if you lose, I'll drink it for you!" Wu Yufu volunteered.

"Who said I needed your help?" Yanxiang glared at him. Wu Yufu fell silent, embarrassed. Chapter 17

, April 25th
: Stripper

Jin Ruolan's cheeks flushed, and she felt dizzy. She raised her hands and said, "I surrender unconditionally! One more drink, and I'm really going to lie on the ground. I'd better go sing!"

"Never mind her, let's continue, the three of us." Qian Yanxiang was still enthusiastic.

The three of them continued playing. Everyone won and lost, drinking cup after cup with great enthusiasm.

Jin Ruolan picked up the microphone and sang "Loving Someone Doesn't Need a Reason." Her voice was sweet, and she was very emotional. Wukong was completely captivated, as if hearing heavenly music. After the song, he couldn't help but clap his hands.

"So beautiful! Miss Jin, your singing is even more beautiful than celestial music." Wukong was as excited as a child.

"You're too kind, aren't you? Have you ever heard celestial music?" Qian Yanxiang said sourly. She raised her glass and drank a full glass of beer.

"Hey, Yanxiang, it's not like you lost, why are you drinking?" Wu Yufu reminded her.

"I'm thirsty, I want to drink, is it any of your business?" Qian Yanxiang said irritably. She poured herself a full glass, tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp, saying, "I don't want to play dice anymore, I'm going to sing karaoke." She ran to sit down next to Ruolan.

"Hey, everyone's using this as an excuse to run away, what a spoilsport. Come on, let's drink, the two of us men." Wu Yufu said spiritedly.

Wukong had no objection. The beer was ice-cold and refreshing, with a mellow taste, even better than baijiu.

"Let's play a new game: guess the numbers. Put three dice in the dice cup, I'll shake it and you guess, if you guess wrong you drink one cup, if you guess right I drink ten cups." Wu Yufu suggested.

Wukong tilted his head and thought for a moment, feeling like he'd gotten a great deal, and said boldly, "Come on, let's go! Who's afraid of who?"

Wu Yufu casually shook the dice cup and stopped.

"Eleven points," Wukong guessed randomly. He uncovered it and saw a 2, a 3, a 5, ten points.

"Ha, almost won!" Wukong downed a cup and slapped his thigh in regret. He was full of confidence; even random guesses could sometimes lead to a winning streak, and then he'd have to drink ten cups in one go.

But luck seemed to be against him; ten times in a row, Wukong guessed wrong. He could only pour himself cup after cup and drink alone.

Qian Yanxiang sang a song with great emotion, expecting Wukong and the others to praise her, but to her surprise, there was no reaction at all. Stealing a glance, she saw the two grown men playing enthusiastically.

Yanxiang suddenly felt bored.

"I'm not singing anymore, nobody's listening." Yanxiang walked back and squeezed between the two.

Wukong guessed wrong again and filled his cup himself.

"Wait!" Yanxiang pressed down on Wukong's hand, saying, "This isn't fair. Theoretically, you only have a one in eighteen chance of guessing correctly, so of course you'll lose! Wu Yufu, you're cheating!"

"But if he guesses correctly, I have to drink ten cups in one go as punishment! Seriously speaking, it's not him who suffers the biggest loss, it's me!" Wu Yufu looked aggrieved.

"Hmph, you would do something that puts you at a disadvantage? That's not like you, Young Master Wu!" Qian Yanxiang sneered.

"Hey, we're just playing around, why take it so seriously?" Wu Yufu said sheepishly.

"Alright, I'll play with you then. I'll shake and you guess, and if you guess correctly, I'll drink ten cups!" Yanxiang challenged him. Wu Yufu was caught in a bind and had no choice but to agree.

However, Wu Yufu was lucky; after losing four times in a row, he actually guessed correctly on the fifth try by sheer luck.

"How about that, speechless now?" Wu Yufu said smugly.

"You just have good luck," Yanxiang said disdainfully. Without a word, she picked up the glass and started chugging. She downed eight glasses in one go, her face flushed and her breath coming in gasps.

"There are two more glasses left, if you can't finish them, just stop," Wukong said with a smile.

"Then I'll trouble you to drink them for me," Qian Yanxiang said sweetly, leaning her fragrant body closer.

Wukong was also feeling a little dizzy. Strangely, he felt lightheaded, as if he were floating on clouds. He chuckled and waved his hand, saying, "I'm afraid I can't either."

Yanxiang was disappointed, resting her head on Wukong's shoulder, and said sourly, "You...you're so biased! Everyone else can drink, why can't I?" She picked up her glass in a huff and downed the remaining two glasses of beer in one gulp.

"Ruolan, pick some music for me, please enjoy the Xinjiang dance," Yanxiang announced loudly.

"Haha, what a feast for the eyes! Please welcome the beautiful actress Qian Yanxiang, a graduate of the dance academy!" Ruolan clapped and cheered, choosing the song "Lift Your Veil."

Yanxiang excitedly stepped forward and began to dance to the lively music. Her steps, finger flicks, ground taps, and hat-tipping swaying movements... she danced like a genuine Uyghur girl.

"Bravo!" the three audience members cheered in unison.

Encouraged by the applause, Yanxiang danced even more energetically, her purple backless evening gown billowing across the stage. Her emotions grew increasingly high; although she was drenched in sweat, her face was beaming with joy.

The three audience members held their breath, completely captivated.

"Change the song! I'll perform a belly dance for you all," Yanxiang said enthusiastically. Ruolan quickly changed the song.

As the music began, Qian Yanxiang suddenly and swiftly removed her purple evening gown.

"Wow!" everyone exclaimed in unison. It turned out that Yanxiang's upper body was bare; with the gown removed, her full and firm breasts were fully exposed. And below, she wore only a thin thong!

Ignoring everyone's astonishment, Yanxiang was completely absorbed in her beautiful dance. Her arms moved like a sea breeze, her chest rose and fell like waves, and her head bobbed like a small boat on the water. Her flexible and elastic abdomen changed in an instant. Sometimes it was a gentle breeze, sometimes a raging storm, sometimes a babbling brook, sometimes a raging torrent. Her pair of snow-white, firm breasts bounced joyfully with her graceful dance steps. In the heat of the moment, she even took off her thong and threw it to Wukong.

Wuyufu snatched the thong, held it to his nose, and inhaled deeply, swallowing hard. Looking down at Qian Yanxiang's lower body, he saw that her vulva was plump and incredibly sexy, and Wuyufu involuntarily felt a tent rise in his pants.

After the dance ended, everyone was still captivated by the beautiful performance, forgetting even to applaud.

Qian Yanxiang calmly put on her evening gown and returned to her seat under everyone's gaze.

"So beautiful! Absolutely stunning!" Wu Yufu wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and exclaimed sincerely. It was unclear whether he was praising Yanxiang's figure or her dance. He then handed her back her panties. Qian Yanxiang didn't shy away from it, lifting her skirt and putting on her panties. "Ruolan, how about you do a belly dance for everyone?" Yanxiang said, looking at Ruolan who was still savoring the moment.

Wu Yufu and Wukong clapped encouragingly. Ruolan lowered her head shyly and whispered, "I can't do belly dancing, I only learned ballroom dancing in college."

"Then dance a ballroom dance with Wukong," Wu Yufu urged.

"What's so interesting about ballroom dancing?" Yanxiang glared at him.

Wu Yufu chuckled and said, "I've never seen Ruolan dance before, I'm so curious!"

"Fine, I'll dance!" Fueled by the alcohol, Ruolan grew bolder. She invited Wukong to dance.

"I can't dance," Wukong honestly replied.

Ruolan didn't believe him. Taking advantage of her drunkenness, she grabbed Wukong's shoulders and pulled him up.

To her surprise, Wukong wasn't lying; he was clumsy and completely out of sync with the music. His embarrassed appearance made Wu Yufu and Qian Yanxiang laugh uproariously.

Ruolan was very patient, teaching him how to step and turn, softly saying, "Don't rush, take your time, you'll get it soon!"

Wukong was quick to learn, and soon he was dancing quite well.

"You learn so fast!" Ruolan praised him.

"Of course!" Wukong said proudly, "I'm a genius!"

Ruolan leaned closer to him and chuckled softly, "A born fool."

Wu Yufu took out his phone and secretly captured this heartwarming scene.

A good show was about to unfold tomorrow. Wu Yufu thought to himself, secretly pleased with himself.

Chapter 018 Worrying for Your Lordship

"Hey, Wukong, you and Ruolan standing together are such a perfect match!" During lunch, Wu Yufu exclaimed enviously while eating, looking at the newspaper.

Everyone curiously gathered around. On the front page of the newspaper, a clear, large photo was prominently displayed. Wukong was seen embracing a beautiful woman, dancing gracefully, with a smile on his face as he faced the camera. Next to it was a large black headline: Handsome Male Star, Nightclub Getaway.

"Although his back is to the camera, you can clearly see that the woman is indeed Jin Ruolan!"

"What a perfect couple, I'm so envious!" Qian Yanxiang said sourly.

Ruolan's pink face flushed red, and she said, "It's just dancing, who's the mischievous one to put it in the newspaper?"

"These paparazzi these days are incredibly resourceful. They can even sneak photos of people in bed. Taking pictures of someone dancing is a piece of cake! Besides, the VIP rooms in bars might even have surveillance cameras installed," Wu Yufu said casually. Actually, he regretted not taking nude photos of Qian Yanxiang dancing; the effect would have been much better. But at the time, he was only focused on drooling and completely forgot about his main task.

"What amazing photos are they? Can I see them?" Situ Yu, seeing everyone's excitement, wanted to see them too.

Wu Yufu was waiting for this question and hurriedly handed her the newspaper.

"They're pretty good, clear enough. The level of paparazzi these days is getting better and better!" Situ Yu's tone was surprisingly calm. But the observant Wu Yufu noticed a fleeting hint of sadness on her face.

Situ Yu quietly finished her meal, elegantly wiped her mouth with a tissue, and said, "Everyone, take a break after lunch. We have to start work this afternoon." She got up and left, but after a few steps, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned to Wukong and said, "Wukong, come to my office. I need to talk to you."

Wukong followed her to the temporary office set up inside the film studio.

"Sit down," Situ Yu said softly. The Wukong before her was no more than four feet tall, thin and small, with darting eyes. No matter how she looked at him, he was nothing like the tall and imposing man she knew after removing his makeup. Whenever she saw Wukong's amusing appearance, she couldn't help but think of his "hardships" past, and a maternal tenderness welled up in her heart.

"Wukong, you're so disobedient, running around everywhere at night. Do you know that your current situation is fraught with danger? How can you still have the leisure to go out and have fun?" Situ Yu said worriedly, thinking to herself, "Doesn't he know how much he worries about you?"

"I don't seem to feel anything! Besides, it wasn't anything like partying, just going out for a few drinks." Wukong said casually, his expression relaxed.

"Just a few drinks! Does going out for drinks have to involve hugging a beautiful woman?" Situ Yu asked sourly.

"Hehe, Ruolan just taught me to dance."

"Ugh, so cheeky. Sigh, you've gotten yourself into big trouble and you're still clueless! Maybe even now, you still know nothing about Wutong Yeyu."

"I didn't intend to claim any kinship with him, why would I need to know about him?" Wukong said dismissively.

"Although you're not related to him, he's thinking about you day and night. You know, ever since you severely injured the Cold-Faced Yama Tang San last time, Wutong Yeyu has considered you a mortal enemy and wants to kill you as soon as possible."

"He's just a bunch of bluffing brutes like Tang San, nothing to worry about!"

"One Tang San is certainly not scary, but what if there are more than five thousand Tang Sans? How will you deal with that?" Situ Yu said worriedly.

"Wow, no way! Over five thousand people? That's enough to form an army! My goodness!" Wukong exclaimed in astonishment.

Situ Yu nodded firmly and said, "I've already sent people to investigate. In fact, the power of Wutong Night Rain in Aolai Kingdom is practically all-powerful; even the government is wary of them. They're involved in smuggling, drug trafficking, murder, arson, rape, and kidnapping—they do everything without restraint. They're ruthless and leave no room for compromise."

"What's there to be afraid of? We'll meet them head-on! I want to see how ruthless they are!" Wukong declared with boundless pride.

Situ Yu's words didn't intimidate Wukong; instead, they ignited his fighting spirit. Recalling the thrilling and exciting journey to the West, battling demons and monsters, Wukong's heart surged with excitement, and he clenched his fists, itching for a fight.

Situ Yu was amused by Wukong's rubbing-hitting gesture and said, "You look just like a fighting rooster!"

"Why compare me to a rooster? Do I look like a rooster?" Wukong deliberately stretched his neck and scratched his ears and cheeks.

"Hehe, I used the wrong metaphor. You should say I look like a fighting monkey!" Situ Yu quickly corrected him.

"I, Old Sun, am a monkey!"

"Here we go again. It seems your delusional schizophrenia has flared up again!" Situ Yu laughed at him.

“You’re the one with a mental illness! You don’t believe the truth, but you’re completely convinced by the stories you make up.”

After laughing for a while, Situ Yu frowned slightly and said, “Even if you’re fearless, you still need to take precautions. As the saying goes, ‘Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.’ And another saying is, ‘Two fists can’t beat four hands.’ You’re facing more than four hands—more than ten thousand! Besides, you’re in the open, while the enemy is in the dark. No matter how high your martial arts are, you can’t avoid being ambushed…” As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.

Wukong felt a pang of sorrow. Although they had only known each other for a short time, Situ Yu’s deep concern for him moved Wukong deeply. Logically, Wukong had already entered the Buddhist order and should have seen through the complexities of romantic love. But in the short time he had known Situ Yu, her tenderness was like a gentle spring rain, nourishing Wukong’s almost petrified heart. He had an inexplicable feeling for her; her soft words and her gentle smile touched his very soul.

Her worry left Wukong at a loss. He couldn't bear to see a woman who had never known sorrow burdened with his worries for his own safety.

"All this trouble stems from my recklessness. I shouldn't have accidentally injured Hu Gang," Wukong lamented. If it weren't for his rash attack, none of this would have happened.

Situ Yu silently watched Wukong.

"Actually, I've been blaming myself these past few days. However, I will try my best to heal Hu Gang's injuries as soon as possible, hoping to dispel his hatred towards me," Wukong comforted her.

"That's a good solution. Are you confident you can heal his injuries?" Situ Yu asked expectantly.

"I do have a way. I have an old friend whose elixirs are particularly effective in treating broken bones and tendons. However, he's very stingy and won't easily give away his elixirs." Wukong thought of Laozi's "Nine-Turn Golden Elixir," and if he shamelessly begged for it, perhaps he could get one or two pills.

“I’m afraid that even if the feud between you two is resolved, the people of Wutong Night Rain won’t let you off easily. After all, Tang San was severely injured by you; the pain and humiliation of that defeat are not easily forgiven. I’ve received reliable information that they are actively purchasing firearms, so you need to be extra careful,” Situ Yu said softly.

“Don’t worry too much about me. Everything is predestined; let it be. Besides, even if they don’t come looking for me, I will take the initiative to go to them, because that purple-gold alms bowl is still with them,” Wukong said casually.

"Sigh, you don't seem nervous at all!" Situ Yu sighed softly, saying, "Do you really think you can fight against Wutong Yeyu and his gang of outlaws all by yourself?"

"Actually, I'm not worried about my own safety. Life and death are in the hands of fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven." Wukong's playful expression vanished, replaced by a serious one. "What I'm most worried about is that my messes will implicate you. I'll take responsibility for the trouble I caused myself. So, after I heal Hu Gang's injuries, I plan to let him continue playing Sun Wukong, and then I'll leave the crew and continue my wanderings."

Situ Yu was taken aback: "What, you're planning to leave me?"

Wukong nodded, saying, "Rather than having you worry about me all day, it's better for me to leave alone."

"Even if you go to the ends of the earth, my heart will always be with you." Situ Yu said softly, "Did I do something wrong that made you have the heart to leave?" Tears welled up in Situ Yu's eyes.

“Miss Sun—”

“Don’t call me Miss Sun, it’s too formal. Just call me Xiaoyu, okay?”

“—Xiaoyu, you haven’t done anything wrong. In the short time I’ve known you, I’ve remembered your kindness.” Wukong said sincerely.

“Then don’t go. If there’s any danger, I’ll face it with you!” Situ Yu said firmly.

Chapter 019 The one who tied the knot must untie it .

Wukong rode his somersault cloud to the South Heavenly Gate, where the Heavenly King of Growth and his powerful heavenly soldiers were on duty.

"Great Sage, it's been so many years since we've seen you! What wind blew you up here today?" the soldiers asked all at once.

"The winds are blowing from all directions today, making me dizzy and lightheaded. I wanted to come up and find Laozi to relieve my boredom," Wukong said with a grin.

"Great Sage, you seem to be in high spirits. We heard you've landed a good position in the Buddhist realm, living a truly leisurely life. We're all envious," the soldiers said enviously.

Wukong shook his head dismissively, saying, "It's just a job similar to that of the Keeper of the Heavenly Horses. All I see is talk, no action. It's purely a matter of verbal skills, so boring! I'm thinking of quitting!" "

Great Sage, your temperament is still so unrestrained. Aren't you afraid the Buddha will give you another Five Finger Mountain to train you up?" the soldiers joked.

Wukong scoffed, "No way! I'm his employee, after all. I should look at his face, not his monkey face!"

Everyone laughed.

"Enough of this small talk. Is Laozi out visiting someone?" Wukong asked, remembering his business.

"Don't worry, Laozi's been focused on his alchemy furnace for ages. He hasn't been out chatting."

"That's good. I'll go find him."

Wukong bid farewell to the heavenly servants and went to find Laozi. Arriving at Laozi's alchemy room, he found Laozi intently squatting by the furnace, supervising two young servants tending the fire.

"Haha, Laozi, it's been years! You're still so healthy and vigorous! Congratulations!" Wukong chuckled.

Laozi was startled by Wukong's loud voice. Looking up, he saw it was Wukong.

"Children, keep your eyes peeled! Don't doze off! A thief has broken in!" Laozi warned the two servants.

"Hehe, Lao Jun, you certainly have a good memory. It's been ages since the Monkey King and the Horse King, and you still remember? It was just two pills I casually took from you, is it really worth keeping such a

fuss over for so many years?" "Ah ha, I was just joking. You're a Buddhist now, you wouldn't do such petty things again." Lao Jun gave him a heads-up.

"Sigh, once you make a mistake, you carry the blame for life!" Wukong looked utterly aggrieved.

"Wukong, you've come all this way to see this old man, is there something you need?" Lao Jun asked him.

Wukong stopped beating around the bush and said directly, "To be honest, I did come to Heaven this time with a request. Some time ago, I accidentally injured someone in the mortal realm, breaking several of his ribs and leaving him bedridden. Remembering the incredible power of your 'Nine-Turn Golden Elixir,' I wish to ask you for one or two." "

No, no," Laozi refused outright, saying, "Do you think refining a single elixir is as easy as farting? How much effort and time do I have to spend, even staying indoors all the time, without even time to visit others? What reason do you have to expect me, an old man, to clean up your mess?"

Wukong persisted, but Laozi pretended not to hear and remained unmoved.

"Fine, since you're so determined not to give it to me, I'll stay here. Considering our centuries-old friendship, you'll have to take care of my food, drink, and toilet needs!" Wukong used his "trump card."

Lao Jun panicked upon hearing this. This mischievous monkey refused to leave, and there was nothing he could do about it. If

the monkey wanted to steal the elixir, wouldn't it be a piece of cake? Was he, with his old bones, really going to have to watch him day and night? Sigh, he guessed he was just unlucky to have such a shameless character. Lao Jun tremblingly took out a tightly wrapped object, unwrapped the ninety-nine layers of brocade covering it, and finally revealed a small box containing two deep red pills. Lao Jun picked up one of them like a precious treasure, and said reluctantly, "Fine, this is the 'Nine-Turn Golden Elixir,' take it and go quickly."

Wukong took it, examined it from both sides, and said with dissatisfaction, "Lao Jun, you're too stingy! You kept the big one and gave me this small one!"

"You mischievous monkey, talking nonsense! The pills are all the same, why differentiate between big and small?" Lao Jun laughed and scolded.

"They're clearly different sizes. You can fool others, but you can't fool my fiery eyes!"

"Open your eyes and look carefully. What's the difference between the two pills?" Laozi handed the small box to Wukong.

Wukong took out the other pill, quickly stuffed it into his pocket, then leaped to the door, laughing, "Thank you for your generosity, Laozi. I'll give you the other one as a favor for self-defense. I'll repay your great kindness in the future! I'm leaving now, bye-bye!" Wukong even used a newly learned foreign word.

Laozi was so angry he almost vomited blood. His lips trembled as he said to his two servants, "From now on, if you see this impudent monkey, you should definitely take a detour!"

Wukong, carrying the two of Laozi's "Nine-Turn Golden Pills," went to the hospital.

"Excuse me, which ward is Hu Gang in?" Wukong asked a nurse at the information desk.

"What's wrong?" The nurse was engrossed in a magazine, not even looking up.

"He probably broke a few bones."

"Go to the orthopedics department on the 7th floor!" The nurse's eyes were still glued to the magazine.

What was she so engrossed in? Wukong curiously leaned closer to look, and it turned out to be a large photo of himself.

"Ha, looks like I'm quite photogenic!" Wukong smugly remarked.

The nurse looked up at Wukong. In an instant, her eyes widened. She looked at Wukong, then at the photo in the magazine, and let out a scream: "Wow! It really is Sun Wukong!" Her face flushed with excitement, and the huge pimple on her nose shone bright red.

She gripped the information desk tightly to avoid fainting.

Wukong was quite pleased with himself; it seemed he was really popular.

"Excuse me, which room is Hu Gang in?" Wukong asked again under the nurse's adoring gaze.

"Oh, he's in room 702, a single room. I'll take you there!" The nurse finally snapped out of her daze, checked the computer, and said.

Then she hurriedly led the way.

In the elevator, the nurse shyly lowered her head, her eyes occasionally glancing up at Wukong.

"We're here. The person in bed is Hu Gang." The nurse led Wukong to a private room.

"Thank you, you can go now," Wukong thanked the still-dawdling nurse.

"I'm leaving now. Remember to find me on the first floor if you need anything!" the nurse said reluctantly, then turned and left with an air of elegance.

Hearing this, Hu Gang opened his eyes, turned his head slightly, and smiled. "Thank you for visiting me. However, forgive my poor eyesight, I don't seem to recognize you."

Wukong smiled and said, "Of course you don't recognize me, because I didn't look like this before you fainted."

Hu Gang looked at him with a questioning gaze.

"Actually, I am Sun Wukong who accidentally injured you," Wukong said solemnly.

Hu Gang's smile immediately froze on his face, his pale face turning frosty.

Chapter 20 Delivered to My Doorstep

Hu Gang's eyes were filled with terror. He trembled as he spoke to Wukong, "What...what are you doing here? Do you intend to kill me to silence me? Your heart is so cruel, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

"I've never met you before, let alone have any irreconcilable hatred. There's really no reason for me to kill you," Wukong comforted him.

"So you've come to see me make a fool of myself, or to enjoy the victor's pleasure? If that's your purpose, then you've achieved your goal." Hu Gang closed his eyes slightly, utterly dejected.

"I've come to make amends for my mistake. I'm deeply sorry for the harm I caused you," Wukong said sincerely.

"If you want to apologize, I've heard you. You can leave now; I really don't want to see you."

"Before I leave, I want to give you something good." Wukong took out a "Nine-Turn Golden Pill" from his pocket and said, "This pill will have unexpected effects on your bone injury."

Hu Gang opened his eyes, looking at the pill in Wukong's hand with skepticism.

Wukong didn't say much, walked over, pried open his mouth, and threw the pill into it. Before Hu Gang could object, the pill had already gone down his throat and into his stomach.

Hu Gang was about to curse when the pill reacted in his body. He felt his meridians relax, his bones cracked, and all the pain had disappeared. He tried to move around, and his limbs were incredibly agile. He carefully touched his chest with his hand and felt no pain at all.

Hu Gang almost thought he was dreaming. He sat up, got out of bed, and walked freely. He was full of energy, even stronger than before his injury.

Wukong was also very happy. He hadn't expected the "Nine-Turn Golden Elixir" to be so miraculous; Laozi was indeed skilled. It seemed he needed to carefully preserve the remaining elixir in his pocket, just in case.

"Alright, now that your injuries have healed, go back to being your movie star!" Wukong turned and left without waiting for Hu Gang's reply.

Wutong Manor.

Wukong stood at the entrance, looking inside. He saw villas standing side by side, shaded by green trees. The walls on both sides of the entrance were built of huge, smooth marble, with four large characters engraved on the right marble: Wutong Manor.

How magnificent! Wukong secretly admired it.

"Who goes there? Sneaking around like this?" A burly man emerged from the security booth at the entrance. This man was big and muscular, with a face full of scars, looking fierce.

"I'm looking for someone. Please inform them," Wukong said politely.

"Who are you looking for?" The burly man sized up Wukong from head to toe. Seeing Wukong's suit and tie and his distinguished bearing, he didn't dare to be too disrespectful.

"I'm looking for Xiao Xiang. I wonder if he's home?"

"You're looking for Boss Xiao? He rarely sees guests. What are you to Boss Xiao? A friend? A relative?" The burly man bombarded him with questions.

"Neither." Wukong shook his head.

The burly man's expression turned ugly. He said disdainfully, "Neither a friend nor a relative, Boss Xiao certainly won't see you. Please leave!"

"He took one of my small items and hasn't returned it. I've come to retrieve it now," Wukong said calmly.

"Hahaha, what a joke!" The burly man laughed so hard he could hardly breathe. "Our boss is worth over a hundred million. Even a single hair of his is thicker than your leg. What little thing would he want from you? You're clearly just trying to scam me! You look so refined, you don't look like a beggar at all. Get out of my sight before I lose my temper!"

Wukong got angry and cursed, "You despicable lackey, you're so blind! Looks like your master isn't any better!"

The burly man's nose twisted with rage. He roared, "You brat, you deserve a beating! You have a path to heaven but choose the path to hell! I'll tear you to pieces and feed you to the dogs!"

The burly man pounced like a tiger descending a mountain, his fist, as thick as a bowl, aimed at Wukong's face. Wukong dodged, lightly hooking the man's foot. The man couldn't stop his kick and landed squarely on the ground like a starving dog snatching excrement.

The burly man became even angrier, howling and charging at Wukong.

Wukong stood calmly, then punched the burly man in the face. The massive man fell backward, limbs outstretched, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Realizing he'd met his match, the man scrambled to his feet and ran to the security room, ringing the alarm.

In an instant, Wukong was surrounded by a group of security guards.

Unfazed, Wukong stood casually with his hands behind his back, a smile playing on his lips.

"Brothers, beat him to a pulp!" the burly man shouted angrily. Wukong's punch had broken his nose, and blood streamed down his face.

"Looks like you're planning to gang up on us? That's not how the rules of the martial world work, is it?" Wukong said with a grin.

"Fool! What martial world rules are you talking about? You've willingly offered yourself up for us to practice with, we have no reason to refuse!" said a man who seemed to be the leader.

The security guards burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Brothers, what are you waiting for? Charge at him and beat him to a pulp! Avenge me!" the wounded burly man roared, leading the charge towards Wukong.

Wukong, with a flurry of blows, quickly routed the rabble, leaving them trembling and screaming for their parents. These poor security guards, used to bullying others thanks to Xiao Xiang's influence, had never suffered such a humiliation. Now, in this predicament, they wished they could chop Wukong to pieces and swallow him whole. But their bodies wouldn't obey them; they were constantly being kicked or punched, the pain unbearable. They could only lie sprawled on the ground, staring helplessly at Wukong.

"Oh dear, what happened to you all? Why are you all lying on the ground?" At this moment, a young woman stepped forward, secretly surprised by their disheveled state.

"Friend, was it because our security guards were rude and offended you, leading to this conflict?"

"I just wanted to find someone, but they attacked me without even asking what happened. Isn't this the most unkind way to treat a guest?" Wukong was still indignant.

"Oh, so you're here to find someone. Who are you looking for?" the woman asked.

"Xiao Xiang," Wukong

replied calmly. The woman was secretly startled. It seemed this visitor was up to no good.

"Master Xiao is taking a nap and is not available to receive guests at the moment. You can tell me what's wrong. I am Master Xiao's maid, Xiao Hong, and also the steward of this Wutong Manor," Xiao Hong said politely.

"Then it's alright to tell you. Here's what happened: a few days ago, your master took one of my alms bowls without my permission. Although it's not a valuable item, it's an heirloom from my ancestors, and I've come to get it back."

Xiao Hong was a little puzzled. Could the alms bowl he was referring to be the one her master had given her a few days ago? She was using it to feed the puppy Afu, so it didn't seem like anything special. She figured she might as well tell the master and give it back to him to avoid trouble.

"Here's what we'll do: please wait here for a moment. I'll go in and inform Master Xiao and get back to you as soon as possible. May I ask your name?"

"My name is Sun Wukong."

Xiao Hong's body went limp, almost collapsing to the ground.

Chapter 021 Enemies Meet Again

Xiao Hong was startled when she heard Wukong introduce himself. Wutong Yeyu had already issued an A-level kill order for this person, but unexpectedly, he had delivered himself to her doorstep. She composed herself and said to Wukong, "I'll go in and inform Master Xiao. Please wait a moment."

Then, she swayed her slender waist and went inside.

The security guards also got up, glaring menacingly. However, no one dared to make a move, not even considering it. They all knew very well that getting any closer would only lead to humiliation.

Before long, Xiao Hong returned and politely said to Wukong, "Master Xiao invites you in."

Wukong followed Xiao Hong inside. Inside, the trees were lush and green, and birds sang sweetly among the flowers. Villas stood in rows, nestled among the trees, elegant and pleasing to the eye.

"What a wonderful place!" Wukong exclaimed sincerely. "Your Master Xiao truly knows how to enjoy life. This place is not only a scenic wonder on earth, but it's comparable to the Jade Pool of Heaven!"

Xiao Hong smiled faintly. She thought to herself, "You still have the leisure to appreciate the scenery now, but you'll probably lose all interest in life soon."

After many twists and turns, and having walked an unknown distance, Xiao Hong led Wukong to a large building, saying, "We're here. Let's go in; Master Xiao is waiting inside." Entering the living room, a slender man sat in the center of a grand chair. His face was fair, and due to good maintenance, his actual age was hard to discern; he was probably around fifty. A man and a woman stood on either side of him; the man was all smiles, and the woman had a rosy complexion. Behind them hung a calligraphy scroll that read: "The midnight rain on the paulownia leaves, each leaf a sound of parting." The calligraphy was crooked and illegible, hardly flattering.

"You must be Boss Xiao Xiang, right?" Wukong asked.

"Indeed. I am Xiao Xiang, the owner of the Wutong Manor. What brings you here?" the slender man in the grand chair asked amiably.

"Actually, it's nothing serious. I just wanted to get my purple-gold alms bowl back," Wukong said bluntly.

"Young man, you need to have evidence for your words. How did your things end up here without any reason?" Xiao Xiang

feigned concern. "Your self-proclaimed Cold-Faced Yama Tang San said so himself, so it can't be wrong! It's a pity he's not here today, otherwise we could confront him face to face," Wukong said directly.

"What a joke! Do you think Tang San would be so stupid as to admit to stealing your things?"

"Normally, of course, no one would admit to being a thief, but last time we met, Tang San thought he had me cornered, so he acted without restraint and exposed all his evil deeds."

Xiao Xiang was speechless for a moment. After a pause, he said, "Let's not talk about that broken alms bowl. Wutong Yeyu is a well-known figure in the martial arts world, but you've repeatedly caused trouble, seemingly disregarding us. How should we settle this score?"

"It seems like you're the ones causing trouble. I'm just acting in self-defense to live a few more years. You surely have your own plan for how to settle this score."

Xiao Xiang chuckled and said, "The two men beside me are Smiling Tiger Zhang Yao and Jade Rakshasa Ye Fang. They've long admired you and want to learn from you."

"I wonder if it's a contest of fists and feet, or a contest of spears and staffs?" Wukong didn't mince words; having come, he was already prepared.

"Hehe, today we won't be having a contest of fists and feet, or a contest of spears and staffs. We just want to try out our new gun." Jade Rakshasa Ye Fang raised a gleaming black pistol, aimed it at Wukong, and made "bang, bang" sounds.

Seeing that the weapon in her hand was neither a razor-sharp knife nor a sword with a blood-red edge, Wukong guessed it wasn't anything special and didn't think much of it.

"Each gun has six bullets. If you can dodge them all unharmed, congratulations! Not only can you take the Purple Gold Bowl, but all past grudges can be wiped clean. What do you say?" Xiao Xiang seemed to be democratically seeking Wukong's opinion.

Wukong understood somewhat; the so-called bullets were probably throwing knives or similar concealed weapons, and judging from Xiao Xiang's confident demeanor, they should be quite lethal. But Wukong had never been afraid of concealed weapons.

"What if I don't agree to this game?" Wukong asked with a smile.

"Do you think you have a choice?" Ye Fang said sweetly.

Wukong asked doubtfully, "Since you don't even have a choice, isn't asking my opinion redundant?"

"You're a guest; we have to consider your feelings out of courtesy," Xiao Xiang said gently.

"Please move outside to the open area," said Zhang Yao, the Smiling Tiger. From the moment Wukong entered, Zhang Yao maintained a constant, friendly smile; even Wukong felt tired watching him.

Zhang Yao led everyone to the open space outside, where a group of security guards stood around Xiao Xiang, watching with bated breath. Wukong stood calmly and composedly, showing no sign of panic.

Ye Fang and Zhang Yao simultaneously raised their pistols. A series of "bangs" followed as bullets whistled through the air. Wukong opened his fiery eyes wide, pricked up his ears, and leaped and dodged. But the speed of the bullets was unimaginably fast, far beyond what ordinary hidden weapons could match. Coupled with the rapid-fire of two guns, Wukong, despite his desperate attempts to dodge, gradually became flustered. He regretted his overconfidence; he hadn't taken out his "Golden Cudgel" beforehand, leading to this predicament. Now, he wanted to take it, but his hands were already full.

In desperation, Wukong quickly leaped to his feet. But this leap also revealed a fatal flaw; upon landing, his entire body became a giant target. Ye Fang raised her gun, aimed, and the bullet flew swiftly towards Wukong's thigh. Wukong cried out in pain mid-air, his body plummeting like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. The immense pain caused him to faint.

"Hit him!" Ye Fang shouted joyfully.

"Tie him up!" Xiao Xiang ordered. "Notify Tang San that Sun Wukong has surrendered. Let him come and see the power of a pistol! Damn it, no matter how fast your hands and feet are, they can't outrun a bullet!" Hearing this

, the security guards swarmed around Wukong. They had just been thoroughly beaten by Wukong, covered in dirt and grime, but now, seeing him limp on the ground, they all became fierce. Saliva, fists, kicks—any weapon they could muster was used.

Ye Fang walked over and stopped the verbal and physical abuse, coldly saying, "Stop it, all of you! Weren't you all so fierce at the gate? You're all a bunch of bullies!"

The security guards sheepishly stopped, though indignant, they were too afraid of Yu Luosha's power to utter a single word.

Wukong, after being tormented by the security guards, had regained consciousness. Looking at his thigh, still bleeding, and bound hand and foot, he struggled, but even the slightest movement brought excruciating pain.

He couldn't understand how he, a veteran of countless battles, could be defeated by such an insignificant hidden weapon.

Yu Luosha Ye Fang squatted down, bringing her pink face close to Wukong's, and said with pity, "Oh dear, how pitiful. A handsome man admired by thousands has fallen to such a state. If your current appearance were put in the newspaper, I wonder how many young girls would come after me!"

"Don't make sarcastic remarks. If I'm in your hands, I'll kill you if I want. If I even frown, I'm not Sun Wukong!" Wukong said fiercely.

"Hey, you're quite tough. I like guys with backbone like you!" Ye Fang touched Wukong's handsome face with her delicate white hand and said softly, "Who could bring themselves to take your life, such a handsome man?"

Wukong turned his head away and ignored her.

"Hey, you bunch of good-for-nothings, go find some medicine to stop his bleeding, keep an eye on him, and we'll deal with him later." Seeing that Wukong ignored her, Ye Fang felt bored, gave some instructions to the security guards, and then got up and left with Xiao Xiang and Zhang Yao.

Chapter 022 Private Prison

Wukong was locked in a large room. The bonds binding him had been removed, and his wounds had been simply bandaged, though the bullet was still inside, throbbing slightly. Looking around, he saw the iron gate was locked, and six men were already inside, some lying down, some sitting, listless and bored.

The room reeked of urine and feces. Wukong's eyes scanned the surroundings, and he spotted the stench coming from a wooden toilet in the corner, without even a lid.

"Hey, young man, what have you done?" an elderly man with gray hair asked with concern. Wukong looked over; the old man was in his early sixties, neatly dressed, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and had a gentle demeanor.

"Alas, one of my small belongings was taken by the people of Wutong Night Rain several days ago. I took some time today to get it back, but instead of getting it, I've been locked up here," Wukong answered truthfully.

"What a tragedy!" The old man's kind face showed pity as he said, "Personal possessions are just that—possessions. Losing them is better than losing your life!"

"Old man, you are quite magnanimous," Wukong asked. "And why are you sitting here?"

"To be honest, it really breaks my heart. I'm an old man, one foot in the grave, and I never imagined I wouldn't even have a peaceful life in my last few years..." The old man's face was filled with sorrow.

Wukong also felt a pang of sadness and was speechless.

"I have no children, only my wife and I to depend on each other. A few years ago, I spent my life savings to open a small bookstore. Besides paying government fees, I also had to pay 3,000 yuan a month in security fees from Wutong Yeyu. We were already struggling to make ends meet. Who knew that last month, they raised the security fee to 6,000 yuan? How can our small business withstand such a drastic measure? Isn't this cutting off our livelihood?

"So, I risked my life to report the situation to the government. In just one day, the bookstore was vandalized, and I was locked up. They even said that I maliciously slandered them, causing them great mental distress, and demanded 50,000 yuan in compensation before they would release me. Good heavens, where am I, an old man, going to find 50,000 yuan? I'm going to die here." The old man

shook his head and sighed, and Wukong listened with a sigh as well.

Seeing their lively conversation, the other five men also gathered around.

The old man looked distressed, his cloudy eyes glistening with tears. Wukong, filled with rage, said fiercely, "These beasts are truly despicable! Don't they have any regard for the law?"

"Hmph, what law? They are the law!" a short, stout middle-aged man said indignantly. "Wutong Yeyu Group is one of the top ten enterprises in the country and a major taxpayer in the city. Chairman Xiao Xiang is this representative and that committee member, her network of connections is impenetrable. It's no exaggeration to say that, except for the Jade Emperor, whom they can't deal with for the time being, they can handle everything else."

"Shh, keep your voice down," a thin young man reminded him. "If they hear us, none of the seven of us can expect to get out of here alive."

"Really? Can they just kill people like that?" Wukong expressed doubt.

"Hey, I say you're kind of adorably naive." "The young man laughed and said, 'Killing someone is like stepping on an ant, isn't it? Do you think they'd hold some grand ceremony?'

'And what was the reason you were arrested?' Wukong turned to ask the middle-aged man.

'Sigh, to tell you the truth, it's a story full of bitter tears.' The middle-aged man sighed deeply and said, 'Xiao Xiang has her eye on a piece of land to build a large entertainment complex. I happened to live there, along with about twenty other families. Each family was given a hundred yuan in compensation, and we had to move out within a day. Good heavens, a little over five kilograms of money to get rid of us, it's like throwing money at beggars. The other residents, afraid of getting into trouble, moved out without a word. I had a couple of drinks that day, and yelled at the eviction agents, and this is what happened to me.' '

You're better than me! At least you yelled a couple of times; I didn't even get a complete word in my defense. '" "The thin young man said enviously, "I'm a street vendor selling offal. I have a small stall on Tongren Road, and I can barely make ends meet. Once, Xiao Xiang got drunk and drove her Rolls-Royce onto the sidewalk, smashing my offal stall to pieces. I barely managed to say a word before the people in the car beat me up. In the end, they said the front of the car was damaged and it would cost 30,000 yuan to repair. My goodness, I'm just an offal vendor, I have to worry about where my next meal is coming from, where would I get the extra money? I had no choice but to obediently come along."

The other three men, two of whom were also small business owners who couldn't afford the security fees, and one who was even more unlucky, accidentally stepped on the heel of a thug while shopping and couldn't afford the 5,000 yuan "medicine fee," also joined this family of unfortunate people.

"Actually, it's not just us who are unlucky. There are probably no fewer than twenty such dark rooms in the manor. I heard that some rooms are filled with women," the middle-aged man said.

"Women?" "Wukong asked in surprise.

"Wutong Yeyu owns quite a few entertainment venues, foot massage parlors, hair salons, and bars, all engaged in prostitution. There are countless women working there, some willing, some unwilling, some disobedient, so they're sent here to 'train' them. At night, if you hear women screaming, don't be surprised, that's just the security guards having fun." The middle-aged man seemed to know everything and was very forthcoming.

"It seems their business is quite booming. But I don't understand, if everyone can't afford to buy their freedom, won't they lose money? Just providing us with food every day is a considerable expense. It seems staying here isn't so bad, no work, and food and lodging are provided." Wukong was like a complete problem youth, asking a barrage of questions.

"Hey, you really are naive. That lousy food is only slightly better than what you get in a latrine, and you're still talking about expenses?" "The skinny young man scoffed, "Besides, they wouldn't be stupid enough to keep a bunch of parasites around forever. After the week-long deadline, they'll move on."

"Move on to where?" Wukong asked curiously.

"They have a large farm in the suburbs that needs a lot of manpower. Those who can't pay the ransom will be forced to work until they pay it, or they'll die."

"Sigh, today is my sixth day. It looks like I'll have to leave you tomorrow and go to the farm. How can my old bones handle those heavy, rough jobs?" the white-haired old man said worriedly.

"Don't worry, old man, there's always a way out. Things might turn around. You know, there's law below and justice above..." Wukong comforted him.

"Hey, it's such a waste of your talent that you don't go into politics. You talk a good game. It's obvious we're in a dead end now. What kind of turning point is there?" "The thin young man scoffed coldly.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door, and everyone fell silent.

"Old man Su, come out, someone's looking for you," the security guard shouted.

The white-haired old man was surprised. He walked heavily towards the door, muttering to himself, "Isn't it only the sixth day? Why are we being transferred to a farm already?"

The guard opened the door and let the old man out. The old man said in surprise, "Old woman, what brings you here?"

"Old man, I sold all the books in the shop and everything of value in the house at rock-bottom prices, borrowed from all my relatives and friends, and finally scraped together 50,000 yuan to redeem you today," a woman's voice said.

"Alas, old woman, you're so foolish! How can you still be so foolish after all these decades?" the old man scolded her. "I'm here alone, with food and shelter, we both still have a chance to survive. You're drowning in debt now; once you're out, we'll both starve!" "

Old man, hurry up and go! Stop dawdling around, it's annoying. Everyone knows what you've suffered here. If you don't get out soon, your old bones will be left here! What are you thinking, abandoning a lonely old woman like me?"

"Let's go, let's go back and starve together." With a long sigh, the two heavy footsteps faded into the distance…

Chapter 023 Fellow sufferers

"What a tragic human tragedy!" The thin young man wiped away his tears, choking back sobs. "How will two frail old people endure their remaining years? It's truly heartbreaking."

"Our situation isn't much better!" "The middle-aged man said listlessly.

Wukong unwrapped the bandage, secretly exerted his strength, and forced the bullet out of his leg. With a slight sound, a metal bullet, about the thickness of a little finger, fell to the floor. He picked it up and examined it, muttering to himself: This little thing has caused me so much suffering! There was still some blood seeping from the wound, so he bandaged it again.

Then Wukong yawned deeply and said, "I'm tired, let's all sleep for a while." He found a quiet corner, lay down, and fell asleep. In fact, his primordial spirit had already transformed into a little bee and flew out through the small window of the iron gate.

Outside the manor gate, he saw the old couple supporting each other as they walked slowly. Wukong quietly followed them, silently reciting the incantation, and said "Transform!" He transformed back into a handsome, elegant man.

"Old man, please wait a moment," Wukong called from behind.

The elderly couple stopped and looked at Wukong with a puzzled expression. The white-haired old man recognized Wukong and said with delight, "Young man, you've come out too? It's good that you're out, it's good that you're out! If you can't get your things back, so be it

. As long as you're alive, you can always rebuild!" "Old man, you're right. I'll keep that in mind. Old man, you should also take it easy. Good people are always protected by heaven. Don't despair about life," Wukong comforted them.

The elderly couple nodded in agreement.

Wukong continued, "It's fate that we've met. Please tell me your address. I'll definitely visit you in the future."

The elderly couple gave Wukong their address.

"You go first. I'm waiting for someone. Until we meet again!" Wukong said goodbye to the two old people. Only when he could no longer see their backs did he transform back into a little bee and fly back to the prison.

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!" Just as Wukong arrived, a loud banging sounded outside the door.

Everyone went to the door to get their food. The first five people had already received their meals: a bowl of thin white porridge and two dark, unappetizing steamed buns each. After distributing five meals, the security guard turned to leave.

"Hey, I haven't had any food yet!" Wukong hurriedly called out.

"There's no food for you. If you're really hungry, you'll have to eat your own shit!" the security guard grinned slyly.

Wukong could only smile wryly. Apparently, the guard still remembered the beating he'd received earlier that day.

"Brother, let's share this meal," the middle-aged man said, holding out a dark steamed bun to Wukong.

"I'm not hungry, you eat, you eat!" Although his stomach was growling, Wukong was too embarrassed to take it. Damn it, this was ridiculously small! Even a child wouldn't be full, let alone two grown men sharing!

"It's fate that we met, so don't be shy," the middle-aged man insisted, shoving the bun into Wukong's hand. Wukong was indeed starving, so he didn't hesitate and stuffed the bun into his mouth.

The other four men also enthusiastically offered Wukong a steamed bun each. Wukong couldn't refuse and accepted them all.

After eating five buns, although the taste was worse than ever before, he finally felt full. Wukong patted his stomach and said emotionally, "My fellow sufferers, I, Old Sun, will repay your kindness with a meal!"

"We're all in the same boat, no need to be so polite," the middle-aged man said sincerely. After a pause, he asked curiously, "Everyone got a meal except you. Did you offend these security guards?"

"Hehe, I wouldn't say I offended them, I just beat them up today," Wukong said modestly. He then vividly recounted his enjoyable day at the gate.

The five men listened with delight, clapping and cheering. The thin young man was so excited he danced around, saying, "Haha, this is truly gratifying! I never thought these guys, who usually rely on their master's power to bully others, would suffer so much today!"

"However, these guys are ruthless characters who never let things go easily; you'd better be careful," the middle-aged man warned Wukong.

"What's there to be afraid of! I'll not only deal with these security guards, but I'll also deal with that arrogant Xiao Xiang, and turn their wicked Wutong Night Rain place upside down!" Wukong said through gritted teeth. In his heart, he shouted, "I am the Fighting, Victorious Buddha! I am the fearless God of War!"

"Just you alone?" the thin young man said disappointedly. "It seems a bit like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Wutong Yeyu boasts five thousand followers and is incredibly powerful! You're all alone, the disparity in strength is too great, isn't it?"

"As long as we have the will to fight, the gods will give us the power! Besides, they're just a rabble, what's there to fear! Keep an eye on things, watch how I make them suffer!" Wukong said with heroic spirit.

"Although I don't have much faith in you, I still admire your courage immensely!" the thin young man gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

Just then, the sound of the iron gate being unlocked came from again.

"Yan Xi, go inside and stay put, don't say or do anything out of line! Otherwise, you'll go in upright and come out horizontal!" the security guard's voice was very authoritative. As soon as he finished speaking, a person was forcefully pushed in, staggering and almost falling to the ground.

Wukong looked up and saw that an old man had just left, and an even older one had come in. The old man had snow-white hair, sunken eyes, a haggard face, and a sorrowful expression. He stood there, trembling, as if he might collapse at any moment.

"Old man, please sit down," Wukong said, helping the old man to sit.

The old man, named Yan Xi, sat down woodenly, his eyes vacant. He curled up, his head bowed, saying nothing.

"Uncle, what's troubling you? Why don't you tell everyone?" Wukong urged him.

Yan Xi raised his head, his walnut-like face, covered in wrinkles, already streaked with tears. He forced back his sobs, choking out, "My dear granddaughter, she died so unjustly!"

Wukong then realized that his granddaughter had died; no wonder he was so heartbroken.

“My beloved granddaughter, Yan Yan, lost both her parents when she was six. I raised her single-handedly, like both her father and mother. Yan Yan was a good girl. After finishing junior high school, she went out to work as a waitress at the Liufu Hotel. She often told me, ‘Grandpa, I can earn money now, so you don’t have to suffer poverty anymore!’ Hearing that made my heart ache! But yesterday afternoon, she died mysteriously, jumping off a building.” Yan Xi’s tears flowed again, and everyone felt heartbroken, their eyes reddening.

“Why would a young girl in the prime of her life jump off a building? Was there something troubling her?” Wukong asked doubtfully.

“I firmly believe that Yan Yan wouldn’t jump off a building for no reason, because she promised me a few days of good life, unless she encountered something she couldn’t help. Later, one of her close friends secretly came to me and said that before Yan Yan jumped, she was called into a room by Li Shiren, the son of Vice Mayor Li, and then jumped from the window on the fifteenth floor.”

Everyone understood somewhat; the events seemed straightforward.

"The police arrived at the scene, and the forensic doctor's preliminary examination showed that Xiao Yanzi had been sexually assaulted. The TV station also came, filmed the incident, and broadcast it that night. I thought the matter was finally settled, but this morning, someone from the police station came to inform me that after a follow-up investigation, Xiao Yanzi committed suicide and it had nothing to do with anyone else. I was stunned when I heard that. Isn't this a blatant lie? With such a conclusion, Xiao Yanzi will die with her eyes wide open in disbelief!"

"Then what should you do?" Wukong asked anxiously.

Yan Xi wiped away his tears with his withered hands and continued, "Of course I'm not satisfied! I immediately asked someone to write a complaint and went to the court to appeal. But after I finished the materials and left the courthouse, I was inexplicably grabbed by several people, shoved into a car, and now I'm inexplicably locked up here. Little Swallow, you died so unjustly!"

Wukong's eyes widened in anger, his fists clenched tightly, and he said fiercely, "Buddha, what kind of world is this! Where has the conscience of the officials gone!"

Chapter 024 A Feast for the Senses

Wukong and the others were speechless, deeply saddened. Outside, there were more chaotic footsteps, mixed with the rustling of unlocking. Everyone looked at each other, secretly wondering what kind of person was being brought in this time.

The iron gate opened, and four security guards filed in. Two of them carried a stretcher, and two others carried loads of items, which looked quite heavy. The

two security guards put down their loads, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from their brows and faces, and immediately got to work. In the blink of an eye, as if by magic, dozens of fragrant dishes were laid out in the middle of the house.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in confusion, wondering what these guys were up to.

"Hey, are you here to sell food and drinks? We're all poor bastards, we don't have any money on us, you've come to the wrong place!" Wukong said with a laugh.

A man smiled obsequiously and said, "Mr. Sun, this is the food Miss Ye ordered us to bring. Please enjoy your meal. After you've finished eating, we'll carry you to Miss Ye's place. She wants to see you alone."

Looking at the stretcher, Wukong suddenly remembered his injury. He rubbed his injured leg, groaning in mock pain, and said, "Oh dear, thank goodness you reminded me, otherwise I would have completely forgotten I was injured!" He

glanced at the fawning security guard, whose face was swollen, with five faint finger marks visible. Wukong recognized him—wasn't this the guy who had just ordered him to eat excrement? But Wukong didn't hold a grudge and asked with concern, "What happened to your face? Did you lose a fight with your wife last night? Your wife is really something, why did she have to hit you in the face of all places! How can a grown man go out like this?"

The security guard smiled sheepishly and said, "I neglected Mr. Sun earlier, and Miss Ye rewarded me with a big slap."

Wukong secretly wondered, why was that vixen Ye Fang, the Jade Rakshasa, suddenly being so nice to him? "They're probably after my good looks. Hey, being too handsome is such a hassle!" Wukong patted his belly and laughed

. "But I've already eaten. These brothers each forced a black steamed bun on me. It wasn't very tasty, but it filled my stomach." He continued, "Brothers, I've said it before, I, Old Sun, will repay a meal's kindness. This feast is my first act of repayment. Come on, eat your fill and enjoy!"

Everyone in the room, except for the newcomer Yan Xi, hadn't had meat for days, and their mouths were watering ever since the dishes were served. Hearing Wukong's words, their eyes lit up.

"Please wait a moment, everyone!" the security guard with half his face swollen said with a fawning smile. "Before we begin, please allow me to introduce the dishes. Today's menu mainly features the eight major Chinese dishes: abalone, sea cucumber, shark fin, fish maw, chicken, duck, goose, and lamb—nothing is missing. In addition, we have also prepared Vietnamese cuisine, South Korean cuisine, Japanese sushi, McDonald's deep-sea eel, KFC fried chicken..."

The security guard politely introduced the dishes with one hand while keeping the other behind his back, a perfectly standard gesture for a five-star hotel waiter. Everyone's mouths were watering, and they had no interest in listening to his introductions; they had already started digging in with both hands.

The thin young man stuffed an abalone into his mouth and mumbled, "Brother, that steamed bun I gave you was totally worth it! It really does pay off!"

Wukong watched with a smile as everyone devoured the food, saying, "Then remember this: everything you do will be rewarded. Good deeds bring good results, evil deeds bring evil results!"

The newly arrived old man, Yan Xi, sat motionless, completely unmoved by the delicacies before him. Alas, when one is disheartened, even the finest food tastes like cardboard. He said listlessly, "There's no fixed rule for anything. Sometimes those who do good are rewarded with evil, and those who do evil are rewarded with good. Young man, even the laws of nature can be unpredictable! Look at those corrupt officials, those wealthy and powerful tyrants—aren't they all living comfortably and ostentatiously? The idea of good deeds being rewarded and evil deeds being punished is all unreliable."

A security guard said viciously, "Old man, even your farts should be carefully chosen. Remember, too much talk leads to mistakes, and trouble comes from the mouth!"

The old man showed no fear, coldly saying, "I'm just an old man on my deathbed, my only beloved granddaughter is gone. What's the point of living? The sooner I die, the sooner I'll find peace. What can't I say? If it weren't for wanting to keep my breath to seek justice for my granddaughter's death, I would have already ended my life with a belt."

"Uncle, the laws of nature are clear, they can't be wrong. Good and evil may not be rewarded, it's just that the time hasn't come yet," Wukong comforted him.

"Alas, that's true, but when will that day come? I'm practically a man buried in the mud, and I probably won't even live to see it!" The old man's eyes were red, and he was on the verge of tears.

The crowd, who were enjoying their meal, were also affected by the situation. Thinking about their own lives, with no end in sight, they stopped eating and lost their appetites.

The middle-aged man seemed to suddenly remember something and said worriedly, "Brother, have you ever thought that this feast seems a bit strange? In movies, death row inmates always have a meal like this before their execution. Are they sending you on your way?"

Wukong laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine! Look at how these security guards treated me; they weren't even as respectful to their grandfather. Do death row inmates get this kind of treatment before they go to their deaths in movies?"

"That's true, I don't think I've ever seen a movie like that."

The four security guards' faces turned red and white, not daring to show any anger, but still having to smile obsequiously. They were truly contemplating suicide.

“Mr. Sun, since you don’t seem to want to eat anyway, why don’t we carry you away now so Miss Ye doesn’t get impatient waiting?” a security guard said cautiously.

“Did your Miss Sun tell you why she wants to see me? We’re complete strangers

, it wouldn’t be good to bother her! I think I’d better not go,” Wukong said politely. The security guard panicked and said, “Mr. Sun, no, no, Uncle Sun, you must go! Don’t scare us! If you don’t go, my head might be on my way!”

“Really? Miss Ye seems like a gentle and considerate woman. She doesn’t seem like the type to take lives indiscriminately. You’ve misunderstood her too much. I’ll have to ask her when we meet her if she’s usually fierce to her subordinates. How can a girl be so fierce? Don’t you think so?” Wukong teased them deliberately.

The security guard turned pale with fright and stammered, "Uncle Sun, please don't tell Miss Ye! I misspoke earlier. Actually, Miss Ye is always very kind to us, like family. She wouldn't even hurt us, let alone kill us! When I was sick, she personally drove me to the hospital. When I couldn't afford to get married, she lent me money and didn't ask me to pay it back. I often see her helping old ladies cross the street..." He went on and on, listing Ye Fang's thoughtfulness and gentleness, thinking to himself, "Luckily, my elementary school teacher taught me to write things like this in my compositions. Now I can use it so easily. You only realize how little you know when you need it!"

"It seems Ye Fang treats you even better than your mother!" Wukong was deeply moved and said, "Then I won't ask her anymore. Actually, I don't need to ask; I already know. From the first moment I met her, I felt she was virtuous and kind, simply a model of a good wife and mother!"

The security guard finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling extremely grateful to his elementary school teacher who taught him composition. He vowed to buy two pounds of bananas to visit her tomorrow, no matter what. To be honest, he hadn't seen his teacher since graduating from elementary school.

"Mr. Sun, can we get going now?" the security guard asked cautiously with a smile.

"Pah! You're such a jinx! What do you mean 'get going'? I still have hundreds of millions of years to live; I'm not going to be on my way so soon!" Wukong laughed and scolded him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, look at my bad luck! Please don't take offense!" the security guard apologized hastily.

"Alright, we can go now. It's just that my leg injury is too severe; even the slightest movement is excruciatingly painful. I'll really have to trouble the four of you to carry me." Wukong pretended to be in excruciating pain.

The four security guards had been waiting for him to say that, and hurriedly replied, "We came prepared, we even have a stretcher ready! Don't worry, just sit down, we'll come and lift you right away!"

The four men came over, two lifting his arms and two his legs, but even with all their might, Wukong's body remained motionless.

"Wow, Mr. Sun, I didn't realize you were so heavy! Four of us big men can't lift you," one of the guards said breathlessly.

"I guess I ate too much. I just ate five steamed buns in one go."

"Mr. Sun, you're so funny. How heavy are five steamed buns? Is it really that big of a deal?"

"Hey, you don't know, the steamed buns here are as hard as rocks. If you eat them, they won't digest, and they'll probably turn into a mountain of rocks in your stomach!" Wukong said with a grin.

Chapter 25: A Room Full of Sensual Enchantment

After teasing the four security guards, Wukong relaxed and let them lift him onto the stretcher.

"That's weird, how come he's so much lighter all of a sudden?" one of the guards muttered to himself.

"Let's go, you talk too much! Be careful that woman surnamed Ye doesn't get impatient and slaughters you all to sell as meat," Wukong threatened them. The four guards lifted Wukong and ran off in a flash.

Not long after, they carried Wukong to a room.

"We're here, Mr. Sun, please get out of the sedan chair!" one of the guards said respectfully as he helped Wukong down from the stretcher.

"Is this even a sedan chair? It's more like a hospital stretcher for carrying the dead! When did we borrow it?" Wukong mocked.

"Help Mr. Sun to sit over here, I want to have a drink with him," Yu Luosha Ye Fang instructed the guards. The four guards dared not disobey, carefully lifting Wukong and sitting him down at the table.

"Is there anything else you need, Miss Ye?" a guard asked. Ye Fang waved her hand, and the guards tactfully withdrew.

Wukong looked around. The house was large and decorated warmly and elegantly. Only a few candles were lit in the room, casting a dim, yellowish light. Ye Fang wore a pale yellow silk nightgown, her mature, curvaceous figure faintly visible beneath.

"Mr. Sun, what do you think of the room's decor?" Ye Fang asked in a coquettish voice.

"Hmm, it's alright. But it feels a bit like our wedding night," Wukong replied dismissively.

"Hehe, Mr. Sun, you're so perceptive! Nothing escapes your eyes. And you're so straightforward and outspoken, I love it!" Ye Fang giggled, saying, "I've already arranged a small feast to celebrate our wedding night."

"So soon? I only just met you today!" Wukong was very surprised. This woman was treating our wedding night like a joke! It's like eating a fast food meal. "We need a few days to get to know each other and build feelings, right? And our parents need to meet, have a few tables of food, and a wedding ceremony..."

"You're not entirely detached from worldly affairs! All that stuff, doesn't it bother you? The first time I saw you today, I was captivated by your handsome appearance. I'm so glad that my soulmate has finally arrived today! I secretly swore to the heavens that I would marry you, definitely! So, when Tang San wanted to seek revenge on you, I stopped him. From today onwards, you are my husband, Ye Fang's husband, and no one will dare to mess with you anymore!" Ye Fang's face was flushed with excitement.

"But, in my current pathetic state, even moving my feet hurts terribly. The wedding night is, after all, physical labor, and I'm afraid I'm willing but unable!" Wukong feigned a dejected expression.

"Don't worry, after we consummate our marriage tonight, I'll arrange for the best doctor to treat your gunshot wound immediately," Ye Fang comforted him. Then she poured two cups of wine, handed them to Wukong, and said, "Come, drink this nuptial wine, and from now on, I'm yours."

Ye Fang sat down next to Wukong with deep affection, ready to drink the nuptial wine. Wukong quickly downed his wine in one gulp, saying, "Let's skip the formalities. This wine tastes good; a few more cups won't hurt." He took the wine pot, poured himself a drink, and downed three cups in a row.

"What boldness! Truly a man of integrity!" Ye Fang praised. "I'll drink with you!"

The two drank over thirty cups in one go. Wukong wanted to get Ye Fang drunk, so he kept toasting her. Her face grew increasingly red, and her speech began to become somewhat slurred.

“Wukong, do you know, that last shot today, I deliberately aimed for your foot,” Ye Fang said tenderly, leaning half her body against Wukong. “I wanted to keep you here, but I couldn’t hurt you too badly. Do you understand my good intentions?”

“That gun you used was really powerful. Can I take a look?” Wukong asked tentatively. He was very curious; the pistol seemed unremarkable on the outside, yet its destructive power was so astonishing.

“You’re already my husband, why not let you see it?” Ye Fang, unsuspecting, readily took the pistol from the bedside drawer and handed it to Wukong. She didn’t doubt Wukong’s compliance; she believed in her beauty, and few men in the world would refuse her seductive advances.

Wukong held the gun in his hands, examining it, and asked, “This gun looks quite nice, but I don’t know how to use it.”

Ye Fang patiently taught him how to load the bullet, how to chamber a round, and how to pull the trigger. Wukong memorized everything, thinking it was similar to ordinary concealed weapons, only several times faster.

After three more drinks, Ye Fang was burning with desire, her heart pounding with restlessness. She seductively clung to Wukong, pressing her full breasts against his arm, saying, "Baby, let's go to bed quickly! A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold!"

Wukong inwardly groaned; he wanted to learn more about the "Wutong Night Rain" from Ye Fang, and didn't want to turn against her so soon. So he pretended to be still recovering from his injury, saying, "I can't even get to bed. Let's save the wedding night for next time."

Ye Fang came over, picked Wukong up, and said, "Does the wedding night have to be postponed? Are you, as her husband, running a fever?" Without another word, she lifted Wukong and gently placed him on the bed.

Ye Fang slowly took off her nightgown, revealing a mature, rounded, and alluring body to Wukong without reservation. This was the first time in Wukong's life he had seen a woman's naked body so closely. Although he had seen Qian Yanxiang's nude dance in a bar, the distance was much greater then. He realized that a woman's naked body was so captivating. Ye Fang's breasts were full and white, with clearly visible blue veins. Wukong was momentarily stunned, his mind blank.

Seeing Wukong's fixed gaze, Ye Fang assumed her alluring figure had captivated him and said lewdly, "Your gaze is so blank. You've never seen such big breasts before, have you? Let me show you all you want!" She brought her enormous breasts close to Wukong's face, her hard, peanut-sized nipples rubbing against his skin, and Wukong caught a faint scent of milk.

"Baby, let me help you undress." Ye Fang bent down and unbuttoned Wukong's clothes.

Wukong couldn't pretend any longer. If he didn't act now, he would lose a thousand years of cultivation in a single day; his virginity, guarded for over two thousand years, was about to be lost here. Wukong quickly sat up and swiftly touched Ye Fang's smooth body several times. Caught off guard, Ye Fang had no time to react and was already under Wukong's attack. She felt a numbness in her body, weakness, and was unable to move.

"Lie down." Wukong rolled over and pushed Ye Fang's naked body away. Ye Fang lay on her back on the bed. Her legs were spread open, and her exposed vulva was facing Wukong. Two pale pink labia were visible, plump and smooth, with a thin layer of fluid on the surface, glistening. Wukong had never seen such a sensual scene before. He blushed and his heart raced. He hurriedly pulled the sheet over her naked body.

"You...your foot was injured, wasn't it? How come you seem perfectly fine?" Ye Fang hadn't fully recovered from the surprise attack and asked blankly.

"It's just a minor injury, not worth mentioning." Wukong said casually.

"Who exactly are you? You're really hard to fathom." Ye Fang sighed softly.

"I'm someone who opposes you, Wutong Night Rain. Or rather, I'm a war god!" Wukong puffed out his chest and said with heroic spirit.

"Your expression is truly captivating. Really, I genuinely want to marry you," Ye Fang said softly. "I made a huge mistake. As the top assassin of Wutong Yeyu, I shouldn't have fallen for you. A passionate person is always troubled by love. I've committed a cardinal sin in the assassin world."

Wukong asked curiously, "You're a delicate woman; there are countless better professions available. Why did you choose to be an assassin? Is being an assassin fun?"

Ye Fang's face lit up with excitement, and she said dreamily, "Well, you might not believe it, but I enjoy the process of killing! The sound of the blade slicing through flesh when the knife goes in—don't you find it wonderful? And when you pull the knife out, the blood gushing out in front of you is just like a bright red flower."

Wukong was horrified. It was terrifying that there were people in this world who took pleasure in killing. It seemed that Wutong Night Rain was an evil organization; they were all madmen, a group of murderers.

"But if the other person is innocent, don't you feel even a little guilt?" Wukong asked, puzzled.

Ye Fang shook her head and said, "In the eyes of an assassin, there are no innocent people, only those who deserve to die."

"Wutong Night Rain is ruthless and inhumane. So their thinking is so twisted. If you evil people are allowed to live in this world any longer, countless innocent people will suffer."

"You...you want to kill me?" A hint of fear appeared on Ye Fang's face.

Wukong nodded and said, "Keeping you alive will only cause more suffering. You can choose how you want to die."

"Alas, I'm digging my own grave. The meat is on the chopping block, do it." Ye Fang closed her eyes in despair.

Wukong didn't say anything more, raised his right hand, and slammed it down on her skull. His gaze fell upon Ye Fang's beautiful face, and a pang of pity welled up within him. His hand moved down, striking Ye Fang's delicate shoulder. Ye Fang cried out softly, her body drenched in sweat from the pain.

"I'll spare your life for now, since you didn't kill me today. This strike has completely crippled your martial arts. I hope you'll repent and start anew," Wukong said to Ye Fang.

"You've crippled my martial arts, so you might as well kill me," Ye Fang said painfully.

"Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. If you remain obstinate and continue to commit heinous acts, even if I don't kill you, Heaven will not let you off the hook," Wukong said, turning and leaving.

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