Fiery Cloud Evil God

Hearing the pretty, dashing "heroine" spout such lewd nonsense, Zhao Rui felt as if time and space had gone haywire.

What a unique pleasure. Mm, not bad at all!

Who hadn't dreamed of galloping across the martial world?

Who hadn't yearned for a heroine's tender affection?

"Beautiful lady, if you don't mind me asking, what services do you offer?"

Having fused with his memories from his past life, Zhao Rui had naturally developed a thick skin. Since he was out to have fun, there was no need to be bashful.

The "heroine" clearly froze when she heard him. She hadn't expected a guy who looked like a student to speak so bluntly.

There was no hint of embarrassment or discomfort. Instead, a trace of disgust flashed through her eyes.

It wasn't that Zhao Rui had said anything particularly outrageous. Plenty of people came up and immediately asked how much it cost to sleep with the heroine.

It was just that she'd known from the moment she saw Zhao Rui and Yang Fan that they were both rookies to the nightlife scene, still carrying the youthful innocence of students.

She had a younger brother about their age, too.

That had given her a little unconscious fondness for them.

"Please don't take offense, honored guest. Every beauty we have here is stunning, a peerless flower. None of them can compare to me, a mere attendant. You'll meet someone even better in a moment."

The heroine replied with a smile.

Hearing her response, Zhao Rui smiled faintly and said nothing more.

As for what the woman had said, he'd take it with a grain of salt.

He'd only asked out of curiosity, to sound her out and see how this place operated.

In some places, the attendants also offered services. In others, attendants were just attendants.

There was no need to make a fuss about it. He just had to ask and find out.

"Honored guests, this is our period-costume section. We can create a custom period drama just for you, where you can play any role you like."

Role-playing?

They knew how to have fun!

"This is our combat arena. You can place bets inside... And this is the foot-bath and relaxation area..."

"If you become a distinguished VIP, the second floor will offer you more refined services and an even more delightful experience."

After showing them around the first floor, the heroine stopped in front of a wide staircase.

Following her gaze, Zhao Rui and Yang Fan looked up the steps. On either side stood young women, one every five steps, all beautiful and shapely.

Each smiled down at the guests. Whenever a customer set foot on the stairs, one of the young women would step forward and escort them upstairs.

"We'll just look around the first floor. Thank you."

Zhao Rui thanked her, then the two of them followed the young woman to the front desk and picked up low-tier membership plaques that allowed them to spend money there.

The plaques only allowed them to enjoy the first floor. They couldn't go up to the second.

As for whether there was a third floor above that, they had no way of knowing.

Judging by how tall the building was, there were probably more than three floors.

"Let's just get a foot massage!"

Zhao Rui glanced at Yang Fan, who looked eager to wander around the bathing area, and decisively nipped the idea in the bud.

It wasn't that he was abstinent. Once a martial artist had reached the Lesser Heavenly Cycle Realm—passed through the three gates, opened the nine apertures, ascended to the Niwan Palace, and descended through the Chonglou—there was no need to abstain from sex.

As long as they didn't indulge excessively, it was fine.

He stopped Yang Fan because he was afraid Yang Fan wouldn't be able to control himself.

He hadn't expected this place to be so wild. Even he, a man who'd seen the world in his previous life and received plenty of training from his Japanese teachers, felt a little dazed.

Yang Fan was still a virgin, so he had it even worse.

"Brother Rui! I..."

Yang Fan raised his brows, but Zhao Rui stopped him. He could only obediently do as he was told and say to the heroine attendant, "Please arrange two pretty masseuses for us!"

"Of course, honored guests. Please wait a moment!"

The heroine left after speaking, and led them to a quiet private room in a corner of the first floor that had already been prepared.

The foot massages here were entirely aboveboard, meant solely to help guests relax and recuperate.

"Brother Rui, loosen up a little. We're out to have fun!"

"Have fun my ass. How old are you?"

Zhao Rui rolled his eyes at him. When they were alone, Yang Fan acted like he was invincible and afraid of nothing. But the moment he was somewhere unfamiliar, he turned into a little quail and tucked his head in.

"Hehe!"

Seeing that Zhao Rui really didn't want to get involved in that sort of thing, Yang Fan felt a little disappointed, but didn't push it.

Just as the two of them had taken off their shoes and leaned back in the massage chairs, waiting for the masseuses to arrive, a thunderous "BANG!" suddenly rang out from somewhere in the distance.

Yang Fan jumped in fright.

Zhao Rui hurriedly sprang up, shoved the door open with his bare foot, and looked toward the sound.

One of the doors in the inner passage they'd walked through earlier had been blasted open, leaving a gaping hole. Shattered fragments had flown everywhere, injuring quite a few customers and attendants by the entrance.

The floor was strewn with people, their cries of pain filling the air.

"What happened?"

Several customers from other rooms had come out to investigate with him. They exchanged glances, their faces full of confusion and alarm.

"Who dares cause trouble at my Carefree Pavilion?"

Just as Zhao Rui stared in shock, a figure shot into the air from the second floor and flew down the stairs at incredible speed.

"Causing trouble is putting it too strongly. I just don't like the look of that door. Who are you at the Carefree Pavilion? Were you one of the ones who got beaten up last time?"

A coarse voice drifted in from beyond the shattered doorway. In the blink of an eye, a bald man wearing nothing but shorts and a tank top sauntered inside.

"Fiery Cloud Evil God?"

Zhao Rui nearly spat up blood. The newcomer looked just like Fiery Cloud Evil God from Stephen Chow's movie Kung Fu.

His face was different, and he didn't have those few strands of hair on his head, but his bearing and appearance were strikingly similar.

"You've gone too far!"

The people of the Carefree Pavilion wore old-fashioned Tang robes and looked rather refined. Now the fair-skinned man's face twitched slightly, and his eyes seemed to spit fire.

"I don't just hate the look of that door. I don't like the look of you either! Fight me, and I'll leave."

Fiery Cloud Evil God narrowed his eyes. The moment he finished speaking, he stamped his feet against the ground and shot toward the Tang-robed man like a flash of lightning.

"Like I'd be afraid of you!"

The two immediately clashed in the hall. Their figures blurred as energy surged around them. Both were experts capable of releasing their qi beyond their bodies.

Their formidable Internal Energy burst out with every punch and kick, smashing the surrounding gaming tables and chairs to pieces.

Even the cement walls crumbled into dust under their blows, as easily as tofu.

Ordinary people rarely got to see experts like these. Who'd have thought they'd see two at once here?

In an instant, the entire hall descended into chaos. Everyone wished they had two extra legs so they could get as far away as possible.

As the two fought, a crowd of staff in martial uniforms poured into the hall. They hurried among the guests, ushering them quickly to the sides and away from the danger in the center.

The whole place was in utter disarray.

Some quick-witted, daring customers had slipped out through the broken doorway while the two men were still talking.

But most had missed their best chance to escape because Fiery Cloud Evil God was blocking the entrance.

Now they could only put as much distance as possible between themselves and the fight.

Zhao Rui and the others had been sitting at the very edge of the hall to begin with, so they hadn't been affected.

In moments, customers from the other sections had crowded around Zhao Rui and the other foot-massage customers who'd been watching the fight.

"That bastard's a lunatic. I ran into him the last time I came here, too. I don't know what the Carefree Pavilion's thinking. If this keeps up, I'll never come back."

A regular customer with a fat head and big ears grumbled with some dissatisfaction.

"What's going on, brother? Tell us about it!"

"I don't know the exact reason. I only heard people say the old man's got something wrong with his head and that he comes here just to cause trouble."

"Then why don't the people at the Carefree Pavilion do something? They're not exactly pushovers!"

"Do something? They'd have to be able to beat him first. I heard the Pavilion's Third-in-Command got thrashed pretty badly last time..."

Just then, a furious curse rang out from the two men fighting in the hall.

"You little bastard! I'll fucking kill you!"

Zhao Rui turned toward the fight at the sound of his voice. The Tang-robed man's clothes were already disheveled, and a shoe print stood out clearly on his chest.

He'd obviously been losing the fight. He looked nothing like the imposing figure who'd entered the scene just moments ago.

"You're the bastard! Your whole family's a bunch of bastards!"

Fiery Cloud Evil God chuckled disdainfully. He easily blocked the Tang-robed man's attacks with a flicker of his body.

"Your Mantis Skill's still a little rough. That move was too slow!"

Fiery Cloud Evil God mocked him even as he parried his attacks, a true master of rubbing salt in the wound.

"Second Brother, stand down. You're no match for him!"

Just as the Tang-robed man was forcing himself to attack, anger flaring in his heart, a metal flower branch shot through the air with a whoosh. It made a sharp humming sound as it streaked like a sword toward Fiery Cloud Evil God's chest.

Fiery Cloud Evil God narrowed his eyes, finally looking serious. His right hand flashed through the air and caught the branch with pinpoint accuracy.

"Now that's someone worth fighting!"

Fiery Cloud Evil God fixed his gaze on the newcomer. The aura around him suddenly grew as deep and vast as an abyss.

He was nothing like the swaggering man he'd been a moment ago.

"I am Li Maosheng of the Kongtong Sect. My friends are kind enough to call me Big Brother Li. I wonder how we offended our honored guest earlier. Allow me to apologize first..."

The newcomer wore a Tang robe as well, but his temples were white, his cheekbones high, and his eyes drooped halfway shut. Now and then, he glanced up as he spoke, and a cold glint flashed from his eyes.

"Kongtong? Kongtong my ass. Never heard of it! I just don't like the look of you people. Fight me. You gave me a lousy fight last time. Come on, you fight me!"

At his words, Big Brother Li's brows drew together, and a cold glint flashed through his eyes.

"Whatever they're paying you, the Carefree Pavilion will offer double. I hope we can make a friend of you."

Li Maosheng spoke calmly.

"I don't have any friends. My friends are all dead. Do you want to die?"

Fiery Cloud Evil God grinned. His yellow teeth stood out, with scraps of green leaves stuck between them.

"Looks like you have no intention of negotiating?"

"Negotiate what? Let's fight first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fiery Cloud Evil God charged at Li Maosheng, the leader of the Carefree Pavilion.

Li Maosheng gave his second-in-command a look, then swiftly retreated, leaping up to the top of the stairs leading to the second floor.

At the same time, two security guards who'd been maintaining order and protecting the customers suddenly pulled pistols from their clothes. They fired twice at Fiery Cloud Evil God as he flew through the air.

In the blink of an eye, Fiery Cloud Evil God shifted his body and dodged the shots with a nimble aerial twist.

"Damn scoundrels! Using hidden weapons!"

Fiery Cloud Evil God was clearly furious. He lashed out with a flurry of kicks, sending broken wood and chunks of cement flying at the two men.

They seemed to have been prepared for this. As soon as they fired, they turned and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Instead, the surrounding guests suffered for it. Many were hit by the flying wood and injured.

Just as Fiery Cloud Evil God took his anger out on the onlookers, several more gunmen suddenly leaped out of the crowd, raised their guns, and fired at him.