"Master Qing, you weren't discovered, were you?!"
Chu Qing frowned.
"Master Qing, that Cao Wuliu is terrifying."
"The gloves on his hands are formidable!"
"To kill him, we have to wait until nightfall."
Chu Qing took the gloves and stared at him with a smile. "No need to wait for nightfall."
"Let's go to the next place!"
Di Bao Tian looked at the gloves, then at Chu Qing, his face blank with bewilderment.
Cao Wuliu's gloves had fallen into Chu Qing's hands?
Could Cao Wuliu be dead?
Weren't they only supposed to jump over the courtyard wall, investigate, and come out?
How had the investigation gotten someone killed?
Chu Qing put on the gloves.
These gloves were incomplete.
He did not know where they were damaged, but they fit his hands as snugly as if sewn onto them. Their defenses were not lacking in the slightest. Not bad.
The two hurried onward.
Di Bao Tian said seriously, "Master Qing, the next place we're going to is Rouge Pavilion."
Rouge Pavilion?
The first thing Chu Qing thought of was women's rouge and lipstick.
"Rouge Pavilion is, in truth, a pleasure house."
"After many people can no longer survive, they sell off their wives and daughters to get by."
"They work with human traffickers to bring the prettiest women from all the major cities and prefectural capitals inside."
"It is one of the Imperial Capital's most famous gold-devouring dens."
"There was once a merchant from another region who entered Rouge Pavilion and lost a thousand black gold in a single visit."
Chu Qing shook his head.
That hardly counted as a gold-devouring den.
Each time he paid the big-headed soldiers guarding the gate, it was already over a thousand black gold.
Besides, his black gold was all a gift from nature.
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