Starting Today, You're Numbers Three and Four

The woman was instantly enraged by the way her purchased goods were treated.

You little brat, how dare you make faces at me!

You wait, once you're in my hands, you'll see how I properly train you!

A look of fear flashed in Mei's eyes, and her body trembled slightly after hearing the woman's words.

Sensing the fear in his arms, Scribe gently patted her back.

It's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

Mei felt a warm sensation coming from that large hand, and an unnamed feeling came from her back, which quickly put her at ease.

Soon, Mei's red eyes calmed down.

After seeing that Koume was alright, Scribe looked at Gyutaro.

Gyutaro, I'm asking you, do you want to hand Koume over to her?

Without the slightest hesitation, Gyutaro shook his head heavily.

I only agreed to this because Koume brought it up herself when we were in dire straits.

Now that he sees that Scribe is willing to stand up for him and his sister, how could he possibly refuse?

Although Gyutaro is ugly and thin, he is not stupid.

If you insist on showing off at a time like this, you'll really ruin your own and Koume's future.

So, that's it, neither of them wants to go with you.

With a clap of his hands, the Scribe spoke.

If there's nothing else, please leave.

Yushiro, standing to the side, walked directly up to the woman, his face stern and his gaze icy.

Madam, please come with me.

Already feeling guilty for not stopping the woman, Yushiro was now seeing an opportunity to make amends, so how could he possibly pass up it?

Gritting her teeth, the woman's heavily made-up face trembled slightly, and a wisp of powder fell off.

A red stain instantly appeared on his sallow skin, a symbol of anger.

Let me go? Do you know who I am? In this Yoshiwara Flower District, who doesn't know that I, Huang Fu, am Dichai's subordinate?

Upon hearing the Dichai, Gyutaro's expression instantly changed.

Koume, nestled in Scribe, stared wide-eyed, her body trembling uncontrollably.

With a little inquiry, the Scribe learned of Dichai's identity.

The other party comes from a famous samurai family and is himself a powerful samurai.

He had nearly a thousand samurai and ronin under his command, each of them extraordinary and far stronger than ordinary people.

As a famous samurai, Dichai's favorite thing is young and beautiful women.

Huang Fu was one of his subordinates placed in the Entertainment District, responsible for collecting girls who met his requirements.

Koume and Gyutaro wouldn't have ended up signing a contract of servitude, but Huang Fu used some tricks to put them in debt they couldn't repay.

As Huang Fu listened to Koume recount her story with Dichai, a look of disdain appeared on her face.

Do you understand? You servant, get out of my way right now.

After saying that, Huang Fu swung her right palm and slapped Yushiro hard across the face.

In her view, a young man in charge of receiving guests only deserved to stand aside and look at her with fear.

However, in the next moment, her hand suddenly froze in mid-air.

Despite his youthful appearance, Yushiro possessed remarkable strength in his slender arms.

As if her wrists were bound by iron hoops, Huang Fu felt as if her bones were about to be crushed.

Her face instantly turned bright red. She slapped Yushiro while yelling at him to let go.

After hearing what Koume said, Tamayo frowned slightly.

In her view, Huang Fu's actions were undoubtedly the most despicable and shameless.

What's more, this was all because Huang Fu had been doing things behind the scenes, which made Tamayo even more indignant.

She turned to look at the Scribe, just about to say something.

It's okay, I'll handle it.

With a slight smile, the Scribe signaled to Tamayo not to be nervous.

Not only that, he also reached out and pinched Tamayo's fair cheek.

In a little while, we'll have two more little ones here. Go and get them ready.

After responding, Tamayo suddenly realized that her actions with Scribe had been a bit too ambiguous.

Her face flushed slightly, and she quickly got up and left.

Concerned for Tamayo's safety, the Scribe also glanced at Yushiro beside him.

Yes, Mister Scribe.

He showed a respectful expression and Yushiro followed.

Before leaving, he casually tossed Huang Fu to the ground.

With a thud, Huang Fu's body slammed heavily onto the floor.

Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, she felt as if she had never been treated like this before.

Those guys from before, once they knew who I was, weren't they all extremely respectful?

Even if a few people wanted to rebel, they all deflated like punctured balloons when they thought of Dichai's samurai family.

To be ignored, looked down upon, and knocked to the ground.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation since becoming Dichai's subordinate.

Thinking of this, Huang Fu covered her bleeding head and slowly stood up.

If I suffer so much injustice and still can't take the person away, wouldn't I be at a huge loss?

Thinking of this, she forced herself to suppress the urge to curse.

Sir, I hope you can consider Lord Dichai's sake and put that...

Before she could finish speaking, the rest of her words caught in her throat.

The Scribe before them seemed to transform into a primordial beast, his sinister aura instantly receding, replaced by a magnificent and terrifying aura.

I said I would leave this place.

His tone gradually turned cold, and a hint of hostility flashed in the Scribe's eyes.

Do you want to go out vertically or horizontally?

Chapter 103 From today onwards, you are Number Three and Number Four.

Her Delia trembled uncontrollably. Although the other person was giving her an intense heat, Huang Fu still felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave that had lasted for thousands of years.

My back was trembling, I was covered in cold sweat, and I couldn't stop feeling the icy coldness in my hands and feet.

After an unknown amount of time, she felt the terrifying aura slowly dissipate.

Huang Fu couldn't remember how she got out.

I felt like a puppet being led around, limping out of the room.

The only thing she remembers is that man who left her with a psychological scar that she can never erase.

After closing the door, Gyutaro walked back into the hall, looking somewhat puzzled.

Scribe glanced at the other person and spoke slowly.

Are you curious why I let her go?

Nodding, Gyutaro really wanted to know the reason.

Even he knows the saying, "If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring."

Since Scribe wants to protect herself and Koume, she will inevitably clash with Huang Fu, and even Dichai behind her.

In this situation, the best approach is to eliminate the root cause.

Once Huang Fu is gone, no one will know what happened today.

In Gyutaro's eyes, the Scribe was not at all like someone who couldn't even kill a chicken; he was fully capable of resolving the matter from the very beginning.

Shaking his head, Scribe pointed to the sofa opposite him, gesturing for the other person to sit down.

Gyutaro for a moment as he walked to the sofa.

Do I, someone like myself, even deserve to sit on such a nice sofa?

What are you afraid of? Just sit down when I tell you to.

After hearing the Scribe's words, Gyutaro hesitated for a moment, but still sat down.

As soon as he sat down, he felt a sensation he had never experienced before.

It's soft, elastic, and gives you a strange sense of security.

Is this what a sofa feels like?

With his head down, Gyutaro felt a stinging sensation in his eyes.

Born in the slums of Entertainment District, he never knew what a normal life was like.

If it weren't for Koume giving him the will to live, he probably would have given up on himself and died long ago.

But now, the man in front of her, whom she had only met less than three days ago, didn't seem to care at all about her background or the stench on her body.

The stench emanating from his body?

Thinking of this, Gyutaro suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

Look left, look right, and sniff.

Suddenly, a bitter smile appeared on his ugly face.

The stench on my body had miraculously disappeared!

Seeing the Gyutaro striking a comical pose, the Scribe smiled slightly.

The foul odor on your body was caused by a disease in your internal organs; I only treated it temporarily.

Upon hearing this, Gyutaro's face immediately darkened.

Indeed, how could someone as wicked as myself deserve such dedicated treatment?

To completely eliminate the foul odor and other symptoms, you need to take more medication.

Scribe stroked his chin, his smile widening.

If my calculations are correct, I should need to take it for another two weeks.

For a moment, Gyutaro stood there, stunned.

Did I hear that right? Just taking medicine for half a month can solve the body odor and other diseases.

This was a serious illness that had plagued him for over a decade, and even the doctors on Entertainment District were at a loss after examining him.

But in the eyes of the Scribe, it could be cured in just half a month?

In the past, I would subconsciously keep my distance from my sister because I was worried that the disease and stench would be passed on to her.

Even in the dead of winter, to keep Koume warm, Gyutaro would stuff layers upon layers of grass between the two of them.

All this was so that his younger sister wouldn't suffer the same fate as him.

A tear suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye, and Gyutaro felt a feeling he had never experienced before.

This feeling is called the care of elders.