Let's See Whether You Know Pain

Zhou Yujuan was startled awake from her sleep. She heard noises in the corridor, which sounded like a fight.

She was right; Du Hongxi's two men had engaged in a brief battle with Li Banfeng before they died.

Putting on her bathrobe, Zhou Yujuan carefully approached the door.

She placed her hand on the doorknob, about to push open the door, but then withdrew it.

Through the door, she could hear breathing.

Is it Du Hongxi?

It doesn't seem like it.

His breathing was lighter than Du Hongxi's Du Hongxi, and it came from a higher position.

Knock knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

This is not Du Hongxi; Du Hongxi never knocks on doors.

Zhou Yujuan retreated to the bedside and took out a pair of scissors from the drawer next to her pillow.

Since the cultivator on the first floor was not good at combat, Zhou Yujuan spent a lot of money to buy this special weapon.

The scissors, about twenty centimeters long, were entirely black, with only a few dark red bloodstains on the blade.

The knocking stopped, and Zhou Yujuan listened intently, only to find that the breathing outside the door was still going on.

Click!

The doorknob turned, and the person was about to come in.

The door creaked open.

Zhou Yujuan immediately cut her palm with scissors and threw the blood-stained scissors towards the door.

The scissors instantly lengthened, their blades opening to nearly a meter long, and severed the head of the person standing outside the door.

This attack was swift and precise. As long as the timing was right, most cultivators at the first or second level would have no chance to dodge or parry.

Hearing silence in the corridor, Zhou Yujuan cautiously approached the door and picked up the severed head.

Who could this person be?

Could it be that idiot who caused trouble last night?

This fool is truly courting death; he actually dares to seek revenge.

Cutting off his head was too lenient on him. Old Du should have dealt with him properly, made him suffer terribly until he died, and then made him Ghost Servant after death, before...

Zhou Yujuan stared at the head for a long time.

This human head has no hair.

This head looks like it belongs to Old Du...

How could it be his?

Old Du was just sleeping in his own bed, how did his head fall off?

Did I cut it off?

It wasn't me.

"It really wasn't me!" Zhou Yujuan cried out in panic.

"Don't be afraid, it's not you."

"It wasn't me!"

"I know it's not you."

"It really wasn't me."

Li Banfeng comforted him from the side, saying, "Don't be afraid, it wasn't you, it really wasn't you, it was me. He's already dead, I killed him."

Someone has come in!

Zhou Yujuan suddenly came to her senses and tried to crawl to the vicinity of the scissors using all four limbs.

Li Banfeng grabbed the scissors first. "These things are quite dangerous. Let me put them away for you. Tell me where the money is?"

"What money?" Zhou Lijuan asked, looking bewildered.

Li Banfeng's eyes widened. "My money! You took a lot of money from me tonight, and you've already forgotten about it?"

Zhou Yujuan was stunned for about ten seconds before she immediately realized what was happening.

She remembered who this person was.

Isn't this the stupid person who caused all this trouble?

Why is he back?!

Did he kill Old Du?

Looking at Li Banfeng's gentle smile, Zhou Yujuan didn't dare to think too much.

"I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten, I'll go get it right now!"

With tears still on her face, Zhou Yujuan led Li Banfeng to the counter on the first floor.

There was a mechanical cash register under the counter. Click, click, enter the password, pull the lever hard, and the friction sound of gears and drive shafts rang out as the cash register drawer popped out.

Zhou Yujuan grabbed two stacks of banknotes and handed them to Li Banfeng: "This is all your money, sir, please keep it safe."

Li Banfeng glanced at it, frowned, and asked, "How much is this?"

"This is... two thousand." Zhou Yujuan had extorted two thousand from Li Banfeng, and now she had more than two thousand in her hand.

"Do you think two thousand is enough?" Li Banfeng's tone was exactly the same as Zhou Yujuan's when she was extorting money.

"Not enough, not enough..." Zhou Yujuan emptied all the money from the cash register and handed it to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng asked in an unchanged tone, "Do you think this money is enough?"

"No, that's not enough..." Zhou Yujuan was very sensible and led Li Banfeng to the third floor to open the safe.

There was over 300,000 yuan in cash in the cabinet. Zhou Yujuan found a box, packed it up, and handed it to Li Banfeng: "The cash is all here. The rest of the money is in the bank. I can take you to get it."

"Do you think it's appropriate to go to the bank?" Li Banfeng couldn't possibly go to the bank with her; if he went out that door with her, he might lose his life.

With a heavy heart, Zhou Yujuan took out a key from a hidden compartment under the bed and opened a secret door behind the bookcase.

Behind the hidden door was a hidden cabinet containing more than a dozen gold bars. "Sir, this is my savings of more than ten years, it's all yours."

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "Is that enough?"

Zhou Lijuan cried, "I gave you all my money, I really gave you all of it, please let me go, I beg you..."

Li Banfeng snorted coldly and curled his lip, saying, "Do you even have the right to beg me? Do you deserve it? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror..."

Whoosh~

After saying those words, Li Banfeng regretted it.

As the saying goes, you get what you ask for, whether it's a hammer or urine.

A patch of water submerged the soles of Li Banfeng's shoes.

Snap!

Li Banfeng lifted his foot; water was dripping from the sole of his shoe.

"You actually peed?" Li Banfeng was furious. He picked up Zhou Yujuan and threw her into Portable Abode.

"Hey~ my husband's gone grocery shopping again, let me see what he's doing..."

The record player was initially delighted, but soon a furious shout rang out, "Oh dear~ where did this filthy woman come from? How dare she urinate in my house! Husband, even when buying a chicken, you have to pluck its feathers first, yet you didn't clean her up before delivering her!"

Li Banfeng put all the banknotes and gold bars into Portable Abode.

There are other good things besides money.

Zhou Yujuan had a lot of fine jewelry, which Li Banfeng accepted.

Li Banfeng also accepted the two sets of exquisite solid wood tables and chairs.

A bookshelf, which Li Banfeng collected along with his books.

The candlesticks were also taken, along with the candles.

The wardrobe is gone, the clothes are unwanted, Du Hongxi's clothes are too small, Zhou Yujuan's clothes are useless to Li Banfeng, and the record player is currently unusable.

I'll take the sofa set.

Two high-quality vases. We don't need the flowers, but we can keep the vases and use them to store Feather Duster.

There were several oil paintings on the wall. Li Banfeng had just taken back his Portable Abode when the record player burned them to a pulp.

"These shameless women, completely naked, posing and behaving provocatively—what kind of behavior is this!"

Li Banfeng sighed deeply; "You shrew, you don't understand art!"

Li Banfeng brought the hand-cranked phonograph into his Portable Abode, but the steam-powered phonograph manufacturer immediately dismantled it and warned Li Banfeng, "Husband, listening to music outside is one thing, but you dare bring this thing home?"

He wanted to move more things back, but the record player objected. "Hey, husband, if you keep moving things, you won't even have a place to sleep."

The outer room and the main room were both piled up.

If only there were one more room!

Li Banfeng took out the explosives he bought from Steward Feng and placed them in various corners of the dance floor.

University knowledge is not entirely useless; Li Banfeng knew the best place to put the explosives.

The explosives in Pro State are unreliable; more need to be placed in key locations.

With everything arranged, Li Banfeng woke up Old Gu, who was in charge of the record player.

Seeing the Iron Ruler in Li Banfeng's hand, Old Gu was terrified. "Brave man, I've never done anything bad, I'm just here to earn a living."

Li Banfeng took out a Pocket Watch and said to Old Gu, "I believe you haven't done anything wrong. Look at this watch, look closely."

"I'm giving you ten minutes to get everyone out of the dance hall. If even one person is left behind, you'll pay with your life."

"Okay! Okay! This is easy to discuss!"

This is really not difficult for Old Gu.

Besides operating the record player, he had another job: every afternoon at two o'clock, when the dance hall opened, Old Gu had to call the girls out to greet the guests.

He usually plays a piece of music first, and when the girls hear the music, they all come downstairs.

If any girls refused to get out of bed, Old Gu would play another tune on his trumpet. The trumpet was loud enough to wake all the girls up.

There was no need to play any music today; Old Gu just started playing the trumpet. He played for less than two minutes, and the whole building woke up.

Old Gu shouted loudly, "Fire! Everyone, get out of here! Get out of here!"

Upon hearing of the fire, some guests, without even bothering to put on their clothes, took the girls and went out naked.

When they got to the street, they didn't see a single spark. The girls complained to Old Gu, "Are you still half asleep? Where did this spark come from!"

Old Gu didn't know how to answer.

Someone nearby asked, "Where's our boss? Why haven't we seen her come out?"

"We haven't seen Master Du either, Old Gu, are you fucking messing with us?"

First floor, in the lobby.

Li Banfeng struck a match and lit the fuse on the ground.

He pulled up his collar, lowered his top hat, put his hands in his pockets, and silently left the dance floor.

When he had walked half a street, Li Banfeng lit another match and lit a cigarette for himself.

The cigarette was lit.

Flames also rose in the dance hall.

After a loud bang, nearly 30% of the explosives detonated, and half of the dance floor was destroyed.

It's fine to blow up half of it; the remaining half can be a memento for Jiang Xiang Gang.

The escaped guests and girls were terrified; those who were standing nearby were covered in blood from flying stones and rubble.

"Run! Run!"

They stopped blaming Old Gu, they even forgot about Old Gu, they forgot about everyone around them, and only cared about running for their lives.

Li Banfeng looked at the Xianle Dance Hall and smiled slightly.

Boom! Another loud bang! The explosives that hadn't detonated before suddenly went off, and a ball of flame shot out, instantly engulfing Li Banfeng.

After the flames subsided, Li Banfeng patted the embers off his clothes and hair.

Either detonate it early, or don't detonate it at all. I hate these duds.

Fortunately, the Travel Cultivator was quick and there was no injury.

He wanted to take another puff to maintain his composure, but the cigarette had burned out, leaving only ash.

Li Banfeng picked up the half-burnt top hat from the ground, blew out the flames, put it on his still-smoking head, and silently disappeared into the night.

Jiang Xiang Gang, if you don't feel pain, we'll keep hitting you!

PS: Regarding Zhou Yujuan's ears in the previous chapter, many readers believe that this is a talent of her cultivation, and that her ears are relatively large.

I think such speculation is too arbitrary. The problem at the time may not have been with the spy, but it is possible that Du Hongxi was too young, which could be the price of the Nightmare Cultivator.